My father is from Eden, hell hath bore his name. So now when you see him cry, you must do the same.

Take a chance and stop to learn from my mistakes,
From his lips come powers, which you alone can shape.
Words slip out like poison, dripping in their sickness.
Now alone you must stand the one and only witness.

I fear that if we don’t move now, we might end up dead
Upon a path that I don’t know and that I fear to tread
Does this endless winding road lead to some place home?
Or am I doomed to this forever, must I always roam?

His words finally out and open, ready and exposed
True his words like vipers have poisons in their folds
I have learned from past mistakes my scars and bruises healed
So now I unprotected can cross this bloody field

When there is nothing left, of him or me or you
I hope that somewhere somehow you can find what’s true
And in the end when he and I have gone our separate ways
The serpent deep inside I know will finally have his say