Zachary Wzorek - Ad Nauseam

Father was addicted to the rum and the liquor
Mother obsessed with how the spirits had to whisper
Two crude to be together
Exactly why daddy had to hit her
Oh so tragic!
I know you're sick of hearing exactly what happened
But, Zack's lip smacked to rim of the hitter
He loves the bottle!
He's too weak to quit her!
Wow!
Who knew this Apple wouldn't fall far from the tree?
How's
Such an asshole, blaming his problems on me?
Would it be safe to assume, he'd grow to be quite like either of you?
The elephant of the room. He'd known nothing but hatred of you
The black sheep of the estranged, alcoholic enraged
Still held accountable for sins from a patriarchal's past days!
Ad nauseam, well Fucking played
Oh so rotten was the tree
Thee earth and the seeds
Toxin from the stream
The roots and the rings
So crazy to believe there was even an Apple as fresh as this Apple you see
Toxin from the stream
The earth and the seeds!
The roots and the rings
Oh so rotten was the tree
So crazy to believe there was even an Apple as fresh as this Apple you see
Like him or love him, I don't give a fuck
Just understand he's one not giving it up
Sturdy in his stance
With strain from pain in his eyes
A Cowboy in the stars who's lived once upon far too many times
He's seen death take far too many lives
His own steps counting along for the ride
What a sour apple
More power to this Ass hole
I don't really get it the gimmicks who mimic
Being gangster got my head spinning
The things this boy did for survival sake
Would break the average man way beyond his own take
Fifteen and homeless, alone on these streets
Cold was the pew of God's home he would sleep
An ounce or two he would sling so he had food he could eat
It's hard to perceive let alone accept or believe
But, fuck if this boy was about getting up off of these streets
Surviving became instinct
Instinct became motive
Motive is now known as a mean of exploiting past traumas and what's shown us
How life's made this boy a soldier
Proud to bear pain, turn pressure into profit
No way to stop it. Look at him going
Unstoppable motion, immovable object
Oh so rotten was the tree
Thee earth and the seeds
Toxin from the stream
The roots and the rings
So crazy to believe there was even an Apple as fresh as this Apple you see
Toxin from the stream
The earth and the seeds!
The roots and the rings
Oh so rotten was the tree
So crazy to believe there was even an Apple as fresh as this Apple you see

Written by:
Zachary Wzorek

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