Lyrics

Strength is a burden only few will know
To carry it all the weight of the world
Silence means death, the harbinger of pain
Docile servant dogs to a freshly collapsed vein
A king of nothing, an empire of dirt
A queen of suffering loves the taste of hurt
With mouths sewn shut, the quiet ones are weak
After all they are nothing more than meat

13 steps to an empty room
There a man hangs from a cursed noose
Another chapter in the family album
Picturesque suicides in tandem
Infecting the young with forbidden truths
The seed will only relive the abuse
In his hands is a loaded gun
A passed down gift from father to son