sins of the father

i only see the sun in an echo
an unnotable truth in the air chasing me
memory maker
tend to the savior
zion the mirage
not much left for martyrs
i was mad the first time your house burned down
now
i'm proud
i'm cynicism as a side dish
i know very well that there is something wrong with me
i've come to terms with my own existance
should i wait for the world to come around and realize they are scumbags?
should i defend your honor with such the track record for betrayal?
it's always dead days in autumn
sometimes are only sometimes
a small summer
winter will bring the rain
i don't shovel dad's driveway anymore
i don't sit in front of that big old window passing time
self fulfilling prophecy
we all die
we all try
to breathe
we all have needs
travesty of the bad seed
sad me
trash thief
damaged breed
lack of exercise and a poor diet
double blind study in a riot
i need a minute of quiet
a deal with different terms
untill i sleep with the worms
i'm deep in the words