Fiction Reform Sins Of The Father
Sins of the father
Holy blessed mother
Purity at birth
Blood on the roots
Dear me, dear me now
You gotta face your demons somehow
Fear, revere me all those who I've found
Driven by blood lust
Falsify trust, the unjust
Teetering camouflage on a thin cusp
Sins of the father
Holy blessed mother
Purity at birth
Blood on the roots
Heed the dark passenger
A shotgun riding horror
Feed the hunger with the taste of murder
Kill by heavenly code
Lock, stock then an unload
Here's a prey that no holy God will swallow
Sins of the father
Holy blessed mother
Purity at birth
Blood on the roots
