Lyrics

VENDETTA – POWDER CHUTES

You’ve been a terrible friend, a father figure pretend
you always said that you’d lead by example
Forever written in blood, For generations untouched
a bitter feud of family and fable
You were out of line, running out of time
But you hear them, Not like they do

Call me out on my own, all they need is a throne
to satisfy the “would-be noble”
Maternal consequence, a child born of this?
And you said “Well what can we do?”
Clandestine cover-up, hidden under the rug
Father Truman forged a funeral

It was never about a means to an end
You always said you needed a friend of a friend
But where’d they go they hid you in the dark
You’ve been a weapon right from the start

This is my vendetta to you… this is my vendetta

You sold me out now we’re here, it’s never been very clear
You’ve never been the greatest example
A writhing snake in the grass, sudden emphatic clash
Left a seat at the house so vacant
A born identity, a crown of thorns for me
Stretched across my skin, my anxiety

This is my vendetta to you
This is my vendetta

You’re no saint just a martyr of hate and hubris,
Persona non grata, your political engine’s falling apart around you (all around you)

Blood on the walls of all our sons and daughters
Written in dirt a thousand years before us
This is not a fight that either side can’t win
All because they’re fighting for the same men

Blood on the walls of all our sons and daughters
Written in dirt a thousand years before us
This is not any fight that either side can’t
All because they’re fighting for the same men

Blood on the walls of all our sons and daughters
Written in dirt a thousand years before us
This is not any fight that either side can’t
All because they’re fighting for the same men

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