Father, how long since you have gone
Father, this house is not our home anymore
Its in the hands of a bunch of sick dogs
The walls infested with flies and rats are running around
The floor is covered with slime and bats are flying around
Its in the hands of a bunch of deranged criminalsThe wasps are chasing me all over the place
Maybe I can escape, maybe I can escapeI hope youll die soon like a dog in the street
I hope youll drown soon in an ocean of filth
Wherever you may run, may you never find peace
Wherever you may hide, I will be your disease
I want to burn all the books that you wrote to make you look right
I hate your future destiny because you stole mine
I hate the smell of your fake smiles
I hate the sound of your new shoes
and all the things that you touch with your rotten hands
and all the things that you said with your poison tongueswasps are buzzing all ovre the place
wasps are buzzing in my head