Knee Deep
A Father's Descent: Knee Deep in the Abyss of Addiction and Betrayal
Lyrics
His landscape has been scorned with death
His surroundings have been marred by death.
Once a city now laid to ash
Once a thriving city now lies in ruins and ashes.
A decaying father has left his bastard son
A deteriorating father has abandoned his illegitimate son.
With addictions by his side
The son is accompanied by destructive habits and dependencies.
Chased away, consumed from his fixations
Driven away, overwhelmed by his obsessions.
This man's life went down in flames
This man's life has crumbled and ended disastrously.
Chased away what he's created
He has rejected and expelled what he brought into existence.
His hunger grows
His appetite for destruction intensifies.
There is no end to this life of fixations
This life dominated by obsessions seems endless.
Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell
Addressing his father, anticipating a reunion in hell.
There is no end to this life of fixations
The cycle of fixations and destructive patterns persists.
Dear father, been waiting, saved you a seat in hell
Continued anticipation for a meeting in hell with the father.
He will remain a walking corpse
He will exist as a lifeless entity, moving forward aimlessly.
His legs will move forward
His legs propel him forward, devoid of purpose.
Addictions itch at his throat
Cravings for addictive substances torment him.
But only to crave more of the blood he seeks
His desire is not for the substances but for the blood he craves.
This man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
His sole thirst is for the blood of his own child.
This man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
Repeated emphasis on the man's intense desire for his child's blood.
This man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
This man only thirsts for the blood, the blood of his child
Continued emphasis on the man's intense desire for his child's blood.
He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son
He stands immersed in the blood of his illegitimate son.
His life with addictions stay by his side
His life is entangled with addictive habits that persist.
When buried, his tomb will breathe
Upon burial, his tomb remains alive, metaphorically breathing.
His hands will rise
His hands will rise, perhaps signifying a spectral presence.
From his shallow grave
Emerging from a shallow grave, yearning only for rest.
Begging only for sleep
Begging for sleep, possibly an escape from torment.
Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell
Reiteration of anticipation for a hellish reunion with the father.
He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son
Reiteration of the man standing in the blood of his illegitimate child.
He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard child
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