The world of the dark now can feel miserable
The season of giving gone wild and astray
How can you make good on debt you don't owe
The sins of our fathers is all that you know
Cold as the wind
Feeling no pain
We're going in circles
I doubt we're the same
They'll cling to assistance These children of men
The bane of existence will roost once again
You're one with the other what can remain
The sins of our fathers by light of the day
Cold as the wind
Feeling no pain
We're going in circles
I doubt we're the same
La di da
The seeds of resistance are sown very well
Our egos and marrow are fragile and pale
Won't lay down and take it Pride does rebel
Yhe sins of our fathers
Our road back to hell
Cold as the wind
Feeling no pain
We're going in circles
Down in the drain