I must sing my dissent until your end. We all have our vices. We all have our flaws. We all have our anger. We all have our love. This is the first set of words that i'll put to these chords. To indemnify me of the blood that runs through the veins in my arms. Pumped from a heart that holds hope in one chamber and hate in the others. Fatherless is how I prefer to be known. At 6 years young I was left all on my own. The son of a full time working mother with a molester for father, who lives with a prison for home. I must again sing my dissent until your end. Because I can barely breathe with your weight on my chest and I'm so fucking sick of being ashamed of my own flesh.
Writer(s): Christopher Lee Barker, Christopher Mark Head, Justin Cathal Geever, Patrick C Bollinger
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