Eutaxy. Songtext
I guess this is what you'd call "a bad week".
depression, anxiety, fear and neglect around every corner i take
i smash at walls with fists of denial,
but that produces no resutls but blood-
the blood of my father which i am not supposed to have.
my name,
it is nothing but a title given to a being which should not have been.
im something im not,
too young to be fought
take my name in vain,
im not your lord but i have been crucified
ive died on the inside,
for your sins and mine
you've broken the bond of father and son,
you've broken the promise of all promises.
all i can do,
is sit here and ask,
ask why you have done this,
why you have corrupted my mind and polluted my heart
destroyed my emotions
breathing is a foreign task thanks to you
i have nothing
and thanks to you
i am nothing.