Woorden: In Dying Arms. This Is Retaliation.

I am the son of grief,
when I've come to far to leave,
even those tears were proud of me.
This is too much for me,
when i have come too far to leave,
everybody will see.

I am the son of grief that you've buried me in.
I was made to overcome, the things that you couldn't do alone.

Mother hold me, i was just left with this.
This life, No love.
And when your hands slip from the sweat of guilt,
i won't be there to hold your hand. bitch.
I will never be, just another disgrace of a memory.