must've been given to the wrong fool
obviously, the power dynamic shifted
vehement arguments fueled an angry chest
everything culminates into a cauldron pot of ire

yank me into a world of misunderstanding
open my eyes to witness a world of misdeeds
unfortunately fun in the beginning
reverted to meaningful malice, messing with masses momentarily

make a decision, fly with me in circles
indicate that there's a reason why i shouldn't kill him
nevermind what he did, he's still your father
dead to me is what he is! dead!