|
Rise now, my son |
|
Rise now, my son |
|
You were suffering from a horrible dream |
|
So mend your ways before they tear you by the seams |
|
You're not the first and not the last |
|
So take this relic of the beloved past |
|
So take it now, it's yours, pass it on, preserve |
|
This undeniable heritage of yours |
|
So take this heirloom, so take this heirloom |
|
So take the heirloom, so take the heirloom |
|
But I don't want it |
|
And I don't need it |
|
So you can keep it |
|
So you can keep it |
|
But I don't want it |
|
And I don't need it |
|
So you can keep it |
|
So you can keep it |
|
I don't want it, |
|
I don't need it |
|
Take your heirloom to hell |
|
I don't want it, |
|
I don't need it |
|
Take your heirloom to hell |
|
I will not fulfill your prophecy |
|
Because this heirloom, it burns like a scar |
|
The call denies the branding iron at last |
|
The call denies the branding iron at last |
|
I don't want it |
|
I don't want it |
|
I don't want it |
|
I don't want it |
