Son The Father

	作曲 : 10, ****ed Up, Pink Eyes
	Father, father, come see what
	I've built
	Made civilization out of the
	Nile siltBuilt your monuments out of my brother's bones
	Exalted your words in flesh-bound tomes
	It's hard enough being born in the first place
	Who would ever want to be born again?
	It's taken this long just to get to this place
	So what's the point in ever being born again?
	Papa, papa, come and watch me play
	The whole world before me
	I laid to waste
	Built Jerusalem out of these hidden worlds
	But I won't share it with the other boys and girls
	It's hard enough being born in the first place
	Who would ever want to be born again?
	It's taken this long just to get to this place
	So what's the point in ever being born again?
	More embarrassed than
	I'd hope to admit
	The living embodiment of perfect
	A reversed
	Oedipal complex
	Based on power and not on the sex
	Daddy, daddy, are you proud of me?
	I did it all for you because of what
	I believeThe sins of the father carried out by the son
	From Cain and
	Abel until the last living life is done
	It's hard enough being born in the first place
	Who would ever want to be born again?
	It's taken this long just to get to this place
	So what's the point in ever being born again?
	Again we stand slack-jawed
	As our fates are moved by the hand of
	God, of God, of
	God, of God, of
	GodA God is what we see
	As we stare into his
	Papal eyes

	zuò qǔ : 10, ed Up, Pink Eyes
	Father, father, come see what
	I' ve built
	Made civilization out of the
	Nile siltBuilt your monuments out of my brother' s bones
	Exalted your words in fleshbound tomes
	It' s hard enough being born in the first place
	Who would ever want to be born again?
	It' s taken this long just to get to this place
	So what' s the point in ever being born again?
	Papa, papa, come and watch me play
	The whole world before me
	I laid to waste
	Built Jerusalem out of these hidden worlds
	But I won' t share it with the other boys and girls
	It' s hard enough being born in the first place
	Who would ever want to be born again?
	It' s taken this long just to get to this place
	So what' s the point in ever being born again?
	More embarrassed than
	I' d hope to admit
	The living embodiment of perfect
	A reversed
	Oedipal complex
	Based on power and not on the sex
	Daddy, daddy, are you proud of me?
	I did it all for you because of what
	I believeThe sins of the father carried out by the son
	From Cain and
	Abel until the last living life is done
	It' s hard enough being born in the first place
	Who would ever want to be born again?
	It' s taken this long just to get to this place
	So what' s the point in ever being born again?
	Again we stand slackjawed
	As our fates are moved by the hand of
	God, of God, of
	God, of God, of
	GodA God is what we see
	As we stare into his
	Papal eyes