LYRIC

I am my father's son
A mile-wide mean streak through me runs
What I deserve, what's lived gets learned
Connections cut, loyalties turned
Born to destroy
My knives are praying in delirious thirst
In cancer city I am the cursed, I'm at my best when things are worst
The sharpest tongues cut their own throats first
Born to destroy

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