Self Portraits of the Instincts

Welcome home
An interrupted kitchen fight, cut the ties
Lay your blame in God's name
Casualties must be defined now
Before I trust you for a cure
I'm not so sure
You're not sorry
You're not sorry

By burden of blood we saw reflections of who we are
As the knowledge that burns in our hearts takes charge

Blessings made at a house in the distance
An unworthy authority looking to find a worthy culprit
Accounting lost, stranded hindsight, words were not enough
Repeat the cycle with devils in your veins

More than simply shaken, a line divides
Blood ties are forsaken, grudges still are found
In kindred we are bound

By burden of blood we saw reflections of who we are
As the knowledge that burns in our hearts takes charge

So deep in our blood
Ages come, ages go, never freed
Never
That's what you told me
Time and again we have them down on their knees
Beg for mercy
Beg, time and again
How many times, how many times will I be called to feel this rage?
How many times, how many times will I be taken to that place?
No peace of mind until the seas run dry

By burden of blood we saw reflections of who we are
As the knowledge that burns in our hearts takes charge

Forced to inflict these scars, reflections of who we are
A legacy carried on too long