Lyric 25 Years

I vent my frustration at you old man, after
Years your ears will hear..You screamed that you
Tried, but it s words of a weakling and promises made
By a drunken liar [fucking liar]. Now you pick up that splintered
Chair, that was aiming for your head. A head that should
Have been long ago kicked in by me. Alone.
I won t lose a second of sleep for this...Don t touch me.
Orphaned to the dope and drinks, I learned my lesson well,
Somehow(?), from you. No tears. Can t clutch my regrets.
But these years of detachment have left me with
Demons now surfacing. But I m becoming more than nothing.
You never knew the answers to any of my questions, did you?
You made up all the answers to my unimportant existence.
But now you don t have to dump me off, not again...
Don t touch me again.
I vow, lest I die tomorrow...
You ll never be the father I am. The bastard father to
The thousands of the ugly, criticized, the unwanted. The
Ones with fathers just like you. We re fucking you back.
I m shoving my life right down your throat. Can I
Find the guts? Can I feel the heart? Look at the
Ground as you choke me up, does it taste like tequila?
Or failure?
We re fucking you back.