Grew in the shade, til there was strength to climb the ivory to your throne
Saw our sister perched at the loom thread her fingers into brittle stones
I’ve heard God’s always watching, well he must be getting bored of us by now
Pressed up against his looking glass (cursing and) casting his failed experiments down
Left to my own devices/ (It’s all that’s left of me, the wailing’s deafening) I’ve proved I have none ( You always stood alone, an idol for my own)
When I’m out of surprises (I’ll tell you what I know, our family’s dried up bone)
I’ll concede you’re the golden sun/son (I’ll never succumb, there’s no chosen one)
We share the same roots/
The dirt just needs just needs to be shaken loose
Dry out in tangles
We’ve bolstered legs but still we are unstable
I played William tell with the apple of my father's eye.
Now I know what we all look like on the inside
And what's a second son have to do to get his parade?
A smile of pride and his fair share of the estate?
This marks the fall of our family tree
And everything that grew beneath
Goodbye my pride and my last in line. Beware (my heirs of your divide)
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