Family Tradition Paroles

So help me
Please someone come quick
I think I am losing it
Forgive me I inherited this
From a stranger I'll never miss
I'm sick

My father taught me first and how to be set free
Give up and run away
I wish I could drain out his half of blood in me
But I'd still have his face
I curse reflections everyday

So help me
Please someone come quick
I think I am losing it
Forgive me I inherited this
From a stranger I'll never miss

Here is my own family tradition Is this my fate
Cause your only son still can't seem to find some way

So help me
Please someone come quick
I think I am losing it
Forgive me I inherited this
From a stranger I'll never miss

So father where the hell are you now
I think that you would be proud
Your son who so unluckily fell right next to the tree

I hope you're proud of me
I hope you're proud...