Moderate This Anger; Fake False Failed

My fears return in the cloak of your demise

I see how you fall so easily to your old ways

Over and over again the words come true

Seeing that I am right so many times over

Motherfucker why can't you just answer me!

I feel that you still hate me and the trick to it all,

Was that you never loved me in the first place

And you hatred consumes me

Breaking me over the back of disobedience

But I was right I was right I was right!

Still everything remains the same

After all these years it never changes

Everything that you say is a lie

So now I catch myself saying 'I wish you would die'

The most truth you will know this day

Is when I stand over you grave with a heart full of loss

You will know then on that judgement day

That you were always wrong, even from the beginning

This pain I hold tells me I am still alive

Pinching, bitting, scratching, gnawing

You fucks are the reason why I'm so fucked up!

But I must make my own life now

And this anger of mine will never die

Holding true until the day I rest in the deaths arms

Fake and false from the start, you failed at making me your son

Sting me with you bullshit and you will know the backlash

I know the end you both will face

Death by the blade of hatred, falling from my hand

You will get what you deserve!

The Furry of my hand!