A bastard at conception ring takes the place a mistake so surface and purposely fake Ashamed and afraid the child Nothing or no one to hold onto or call his own he runs away
You keep on singing the same song You tell me that I'm to blame I'll keep on singing the same song
Slipping through the cracks scraping everything he can Screaming now ceiling is peeling Trapped in my body these demons Burning with pleasure this flesh
You keep on singing the same song You tell me that I'm to blame I'll keep on singing the same song
Well it's almost over now All this pain that I've allowed
You keep on singing the same song You tell me that I'm to blame I'll keep on singing the same song