Fate is sealed,
Seems I only desecrate you
I beg to break an endless cycle
Or to snap and end our bloodline
I am empty dreams and pleading eyes
Where is God when you’re around?
On your knees to pray again
But when do you stop spilling blood?

Slaughterhouse and marble floors
Born to bleed out for my mother
To make up for my father’s sins,
To drink my liver to destruction
Or make up for my simple flaws
To save you from embarrassment
I've never been the winning horse
So take your trophies off the shelf