THROATCUT. - hereditary. Lyrics

I am the one who you created by choice
I am speaking with your distorted voice
It's just the beginning
I am not done
Look at me, look at me
I am my father's
Son
I am the one who you created by choice
I am speaking
With your distorted voice
It's just the beginning
I am not done
Look at me, look at me
I am my father's son
A burning song climbing up my throat
My breath rests
In a blackened hole
Lustless and restless
The damage is done
Just like you said
I am my fathers son
Crack my head open
Tear out my mind
Tell me all the stories on which you rely
You stand and stare (You stand and stare)
I'll stop and gaze (I'll stop and gaze)
And I'll be following the
Same old tangled ways
Same old tangled
Ways
Same old tangled
Ways
I know you
You know me
Who knows the truth
Embrace the brave
Locked in a hive
Been told before
A thousand times
I am your spawn
The offspring of regret
Look in my eyes
And tell my what's inside
With every piece of you
I was build to withstand the truth
My mind is running
But I'm standing still
Your word is bond and it's making me ill
You are the one who was created by choice
You are speaking
With my distorted voice
It's just the beginning
I am not done
Look at me, look at me
You are your father's son