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father, you look so desperate there's no hope in your stare and time has peeled at each wound that you've labored to repair mother, don't look so desperate though you're aware that you'll never kiss your daughters or your sons again they fight on frontlines both without and within against their family's pain felt a generation late they were touched at six, drunk at twelve, and depressed at sixteen they inherit every family scar, both unseen and seen defeat and failure we have reached as far as we could reach and didn't find an antidote for this restlessness inside and i know seeds fed with hope may never grow and all of us with tears in eyes, we'd kill to ease each painful vice around lives on frontlines both without and within against our culture's pain felt a generation late drugs and war, sex and faith, missiles, m-16's, we inherit all our culture's wars, both unseen and seen defeat and failure! (self-abuse, discontent, alcohol, crystal meth, violence, violence, violence, violence and failure) all native songs and daughters of grief and iege of misery i can not stand to see you bleed dear God, i know that we fall bu i don't want to see i dont know want o know i just to feel like i'm in control i'd tear my fucking heart out if just for a moment of control i would... i would... From Letras Mania