This wont be the last time, cant stop Next in line for the wage of sin No one knows when its going to begin Passing time in his fathers skin He came undone Theyll say, some day Hes his fathers son Seven pictures on the wall Hidden voices start to call Number eight is still a thought Filling needs that cant be bought He came undone Theyll say, some day Hes his fathers son He always knew that hes the one When he thinks about the next, its done Before they knew it, he struck again His mind confused, his only friend
father, undone, he, theyll, son