bastard ritual

all of my father's are dead

the one's alive do not care

it seems what i have become

is something less than a man

and in the end they were right

i've gone and wasted my life

and now my only goal is

to slowly die in a ditch

to be a grave left unkempt

a corpse un-mourned and un-wep

under the earth i will be

alone

disgraced and deceased

you'll never say r.i.p. you'll never say r.i.p. you'll never say r.i.p. you'll never say r.i.p. you'll never say r.i.p.