I think it's an omen.
My child a change in the wind forces us to smile
Favoring sin, choices of denial
Brings us back in chains to Daddy's trial
With our lock step
Two smoking barrels they seem to breath dread
Pushing our bullets when we don't need them
A change in the wind is what we are breeding
With silver ions in our rain clouds
Call of sterling patricidal clout
With our argent skyward obfuscated bow
Take a bow I'm a monster
Hit you in denial you imposter
Have you dropped to your knees with the wind on your back
Yeah Daddy had his last laugh
Yeah Papi got his head dropped like a monster
With a sword in hand called Excalibur
Ha-ha now you got the fantasy, it's real
Now you see the fallacy, know the deal
Now I make your women scream, feel it all
The crimson wings of wind and stones
Dropped line and bought new numb
I'm a monster, pop your head drop him
Daddys on his knees son
Excalibur is pleased now
With the fresh blood of the patriarch dropped
The little hand races the bigger one
As the young man gives to the elder one
It's a brutal stand giving your all for none
When the little hand catches the bigger one
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
Don't forget to live your life
We're all on borrowed time