Pantera 25 Years
I vent my frustration at you old man, after Years your ears will hear..You screamed that you Tried, but it's words of a weakling and promises made By a drunken liar [fucking liar]. Now you pick up that splintered Chair, that was aiming for your head. A head that should Have been long ago kicked in by me. Alone. I won't lose a second of sleep for this...Don't touch me. Orphaned to the dope and drinks, I learned my lesson well, Somehow(?), from you. No tears. Can't clutch my regrets. But these years of detachment have left me with Demons now surfacing. But I'm becoming more than nothing. You never knew the answers to any of my questions, did you? You made up all the answers to my unimportant existence. But now you don't have to dump me off, not again... Don't touch me again. I vow, lest I die tomorrow... You'll never be the father I am. The bastard father to The thousands of the ugly, criticized, the unwanted. The Ones with fathers just like you. We're f..cking you back. I'm shoving my life right down your throat. Can I Find the guts? Can I feel the heart? Look at the Ground as you choke me up, does it taste like tequila? Or failure? We're f..cking you back.
