This inherited from father's eyes
Analysing closer and unmask a disguise
An act of mistrust; reaction aggression
These actions so small can give a lasting impression
Fragile and weak; disgusting despise
Wasn't ripples but it was waves in their lives
The child smiles, 'cause that's all he knows
But he's missed his chance and now he'll never let go

A half ounce of loathing
50 units of these memories
With the thoughts which trickle from my mind
I wash away the pain

Filling the void that liquid sin
But sorrows float with an evil grin
Laughing at me like everything else
Tear me apart just help yourself

Sex always rented, a room in his head
Escaping everything shut away instead
Of dealing with reason, and thinking tomorrow
'Cause he lived for today with a future that's hollow
Lasting impression, days scorn in his face
A mild obsession turned to full on chase
Of pieces of life that he feels like he's missed
But now burning what's left, the more he persists

Walking onto a stage that's empty
Standing in tomorrow's shoes
Oblivious before the occasion
Thoughts to spare and times to lose
Was it said that it could have been?
Trading the days just to know
But it has to be too late
When yesterday was years ago