Parkdale - Favorite Son

Father, into your hands
I commend my spirit
Crush it down and watch me bleed
Tear it into pieces
Make me beg for it
Give me only what I need
Get it out of my head
Get it out of my head
Get it out of my head
Get it out of my head
I'm not your favorite son
Just the forgotten one
And I'll take you down with me
I'm not your favorite son
Just the forgotten one
And I'll take you down with me
Lead me to the desert
Through the sands
Lies the snake that eats my faith
Put those nails into my hands
Eternal bliss is my heavenly bait
Get it out of my head
Get it out of my head
Get it out of my head
Get it out of my head
I'm not your favorite son
Just the forgotten one
And I'll take you down with me
I'm not your favorite son
Just the forgotten one
And I'll take you down with me
For the angels
That feast on man
For the angels
That feast on man
For the angels
That feast on man
For the angels
That feast on man
I'm not your favorite son
Just the forgotten one
And I'll take you down with me
I'm not your favorite son
Just the forgotten one
And I'll take you down with me

Written by:
Simon Andréasson

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