Ghost in Decay - Broken Home

666
666
Lets face it
I wasn't raised right
And there is no one to blame
When everyone's at fault but either way
I'm still fucked up
Parents are just kids raising kids so
Now we're picking up the pieces
Now we're picking up the pieces
666 We're picking up the sticks
Of the house you built us, Father
666 We're picking up the sticks
Of the house you knocked down, dear Mother
666 We're picking up the sticks
Of the house you built us, Mother
666 We're picking up the sticks
Of the house you knocked down, dear Father
You want to know why I am the way I am
You are the action and I am the consequence
You want someone to blame, well
It's all your fault
That must be such a hard pill to swallow
But after all I was raised in your broken home
Raised in your broken home
I will not be your victim
666 We're picking up the sticks
Of the house you built us, Father
666 We're picking up the sticks
Of the house you knocked down, dear Mother
666 We're picking up the sticks
Of the house you built us, Mother
666 We're picking up the sticks
Of the house you knocked down, dear Father
666 We're picking up the sticks
Of the house you built us, Father
666 We're picking up the sticks
Of the house you knocked down, dear Mother
666 We're picking up the sticks
Of the house you built us, Mother
666 We're picking up the sticks
Of the house you knocked down, dear Father

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Ghost Decay

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