SANE Lyrics
PIXUR
Oh father
I don\’t mean to bother
If you do it make it proper
And fill me with honor
Give my blessings to your daughter
A burden to slaughter
Rain down on me, no not her
The script that I authored, offered
Hands go numb
I spot his gun
Now what\’s done is done
What’s numb is numb
And as he beats his drum
And picks and flicks strum
The closer I come
To find where I’m from
You want the roads made of gold?
Or the fire?
Now u tell me you like truth to be told?
Or a liar?
I can hear them screaming from hell like a choir
No mercy for the dream demons and a crier
Oh father
I don\’t mean to bother
If you do it make it proper
And fill me with honor
Give my blessings to your daughter
A burden to slaughter
Rain down on me, no not her
The script that I authored, offered
Oh father
I don\’t mean to bother
If you do it make it proper
And fill me with honor
Give my blessings to your daughter
A burden to slaughter
Rain down on me, no not her
The script that I authored, offered