Son's Lament Songtext / Lyric

Take you, shake you since I can't hate you
Tape you, fuck you as my name reads to you the discarded prayers I stole from your lips last night;
The precious look on your face when you gave up the fight Your flesh isn't cold when I sneak a kiss, even as I turn off the lamp
And your tits don't look right at this angle so I took a knife to them, I'm sorry You have done nothing wrong, I am just so wrong

He forgets what world he's on when he comes home to what she's done
His only son left to rot! pray with us now as we scorn the skies