True Key

Reme,ber everyone has brothers and sisters, thats what we're trying to point out in life isn't it? There are only a few bad ones in the world, and I digress, hic..... the truth is to all the ladies ou

True Key 

Where as blood does lay,
In the hands of our forefathers, Simply their daughters reply,
Is forgiveness not enough,
For man is tempted in your every word Father,
Please acknowledge this loss,
As no fault of his,
For the very root of abuse,
Lay in the death of their son,

Blood father,
Death father,
He holds remorse in his bosom,
I pity his crystal heart,
Losing is not a battle kept in his mind,

 For he cannot fulfil,
The desires that rape him so,

 Silence is not a fathom to be feared, 

As fear is what courses through his possession,

One life left to s**t,
A pernicious heap of it,
Spreading out in shards over the floor, 

This disgraceful scene,
Will forever burn like stakes in his mind,

 Mother,
Oh mother,
In earnest you'll pray,
Your sister,
She calls o'er the fence-way,
Why is my son so psychotic today,
A shell o not human,
He is my Jesus did you know ,

It is bane branded upon his thigh,

 I fear his death is nigh,
Why he doth not cry ,

I cannot let his fate be met,
Just as it was so long ago,
Daughter,
Mine daughter,
Your name cuts like a razor,

 Eviscerating the very vesture o youth,

 Daughter o mine,
I cannot think of one evil word today,
But it is rife on the tongues of every multitude,

 Watch as he goes ,

A shell,
A skeleton,
ask him,
and he can only reply,
Death,
Blood,
I am not your son,
I'll say,
Son,
Their is naught to be said,
You are already dead,
Beast,
Oh your ready to smite,
His death is tonight,
Your the executioners,
You are so so many a daemon,

 Purge his pitied carcass o'er the floor,

 And remind him not of his betrayal, 

Beast,
You stand corrected,
For see he is yet again been resurrected, 

He is not my Jesus any more,

 Just like nuns who scold you so,

 He is my antichrist you see,

 And the Devil is his father, 

My son has no partner,
No father in you,

Loveless plains,
And life of youth,
The beast has purged his every good deed,

 And lain him cold in a bed of thorns,

 Afraid to even pretend he his happy,
To his disciples he says,
No he wont even let up today,
Because whilst I smile this day,
The story has been obscured, in so many evil ways,

 Brother,
My only brother,
He is watching from afar,
And his shaven head bears all of your scars,

 He says you don't have to kill yourself today,

 Your dead anyway,
So I'll die for you,
In the blood of our forefathers hands,

 Never will I admit,
That it was your fault, 

But I'm strong enough,
to realise,
That your brilliantly fragile mind,

 Has stammered through this pathetic Life you've upheld with devotion,