Sins of Every Father

Love turned cold
 Bitterness has crawled into words
 Walls built to separate us from who we love most
 Sold fantasies to fill empty hearts
 Robbed by rich men laughing all the way to the bank
 Replicate the passion we felt
 (How could you expect us to know?)
 Calculate the weight of all your guilt
 (Believing all the lies that we're told)
 Separate the name from the girl
 (Killing off the innocent to save our souls)
 Souls once called
 But darkness will cut out the parts of us
 That were made to be loved from the start
 Are we paying for the envy we crave?
 Giving up the love of the family we trade
 Are you hurting? Hesitating? Holding out for something real?
 (It's the best we got)
 But tonight my lips are sealed with the perfect lie
 (This could be something more)
 The sex is entertaining and our mouths are salivating
 For the power and the pleasure cause the real could never measure up
 (It's the best we got)
 (This could be so much more)
 And the sins of every father carried down to sons and daughters
 Living massive contradictions with these passive works of fiction
 I'm so sick of it all