Disown your fathers
Stick out your tongue
Consume the martyrs
Watch as, we
Run the blotter
Story of a dying son
The father
Left nothing but a crumb
The bastard
Sensitivity wasted
Faceless, f*ck I can't take it
Come sons and daughters
Gifted a wasted life
Victims all colors
Take it away, with no rights
Run the blotter
Story of a dying son
The father
Left nothing but a crumb
The bastard
Sensitivity wasted
Faceless, f*ck I can't take it
Instigate decisions
Safe from wealth and reverence
Purity for the restless
I'll get what's mine
When your motherf*ckin head gets blown
Imma target, the candidate
Pistol chromed lock and load
Nowhere's safe
Black lips, black spit
Got something to say? Laid to rest undress
Dissipate
Pharis - Inquisition Lyrics
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Disown your fathers
Stick out your tongue
Consume the martyrs
Watch as, we
Run the blotter
Story of a dying son
The father
Left nothing but a crumb
The bastard
Sensitivity wasted
Faceless, f*ck I can't take it
Come sons and daughters
Gifted a wasted life
Victims all colors
Take it away, with no rights
Run the blotter
Story of a dying son
The father
Left nothing but a crumb
The bastard
Sensitivity wasted
Faceless, f*ck I can't take it
Instigate decisions
Safe from wealth and reverence
Purity for the restless
I'll get what's mine
When your motherf*ckin head gets blown
Imma target, the candidate
Pistol chromed lock and load
Nowhere's safe
Black lips, black spit
Got something to say? Laid to rest undress
Dissipate
Stick out your tongue
Consume the martyrs
Watch as, we
Run the blotter
Story of a dying son
The father
Left nothing but a crumb
The bastard
Sensitivity wasted
Faceless, f*ck I can't take it
Come sons and daughters
Gifted a wasted life
Victims all colors
Take it away, with no rights
Run the blotter
Story of a dying son
The father
Left nothing but a crumb
The bastard
Sensitivity wasted
Faceless, f*ck I can't take it
Instigate decisions
Safe from wealth and reverence
Purity for the restless
I'll get what's mine
When your motherf*ckin head gets blown
Imma target, the candidate
Pistol chromed lock and load
Nowhere's safe
Black lips, black spit
Got something to say? Laid to rest undress
Dissipate
Writer: Kadin Haake
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