Bloodline
Life is already not fair in many aspects
Paying for the sins of our fathers is never what one expects
Destined for death once we're born
Hanged, sentenced to death by a bloodline
If life was a job I would resign
Because the name I carry is a burden
Inheriting wealth which comes with sin
It dissapears but sin has no expiration date
Its still as fresh as the day it was committed
The avenger follows the stench of the blood that runs through my veins
Its the catastrophe of Abel and Cain
Descendants suffer sorrow and pain
Slaves to an irrational bad decision
You lived in the moment at the price of the whole clan
If hell exists then life is a 1st degree burn
Which you escaped by death like a raging bulls horn
Made a mockery of relations and used them as a pawn
Tell me do you feel shame as I do upon,
Hearing how you planned to have the family torn
Thinking the grass would be greener without watering your lawn?
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