Demon Defiled - Dear Father

Dear father I'm sorry we were such a bother
You rather
Love the bottle
Only put it down to lay hands on your child
Grow that boy up faster than he could handle
Was it your plan
To Make a man
That's quick to shadows
Or one that enjoys the battle?
All the bruises, the hate
Was it a mistake
You took my childhood
And now you're too fucking late
You're no man
You're to
Late
No forgiveness
For the like of you
Dear father I'm sorry we were such a bother
You rather
Love the bottle
Only put it down to lay hands on your child
Grow that boy up faster than he could handle
Was it your plan
To Make a man
That's quick to shadows
Or one that enjoys the battle
Does it make you sick
That you'll never mean anything to me
I am more of a man than you'll ever be

Written by:
Hunter Foley

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