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I guess this is what you'd call "a bad week". depression, anxiety, fear and neglect around every corner i take i smash at walls with fists of denial, but that produces no resutls but blood- the blood of my father which i am not supposed to have. my name, it is nothing but a title given to a being which should not have been. im something im not, too young to be fought take my name in vain, im not your lord but i have been crucified ive died on the inside, for your sins and mine you've broken the bond of father and son, you've broken the promise of all promises. all i can do, is sit here and ask, ask why you have done this, why you have corrupted my mind and polluted my heart destroyed my emotions breathing is a foreign task thanks to you i have nothing and thanks to you i am nothing. From Letras Mania