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Sangtekst: Dear Dad, Yours Truly. Saint Of Sin.

False prophet
Do you believe the lies you tell?
Enough is enough
Before we all end up in hell

My heart hurts
From your surreptitious fibs
My head bursts
With each failure we relive

Run away, I want to run away
You stay and I'll move on
Run away, I want to run away
Better get gone

Congregations with
Hopes up as high as gas prices
Release them
Let them think without your vices

Vanish now
Take your skeletons with you
You're nothing special, nothing special
I'll never miss you

Run away, I want to run away
You stay and I'll move on
Run away, I want to run away
Better get gone

One people united
One nation divided
You're so double sided
Saint of sin

(chorus)
One people united
One nation divided
You're so double sided
Saint of sin

I delivered my testimony this morning
And received a room full of red eyes
Attempting to tear apart my armor
And lance me with my own spear
And here in a world full of visions
Furnished by man and believed by ill-breeds
The seeds planted by big brother
Grow unnoticed into silent trees
Silent trees in my dreams

All by myself? Amen

(chorus x4)

(Thanks to Daniel for these lyrics)
Dear Dad, Yours Truly