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The disconnect between me and you Always reaching the same conclusion Turn and run 'cause you stand accused So I'll take my retribution Scared of what you could lose If I sharpen the knife and re-open the wound Do it All the time spent time never knowing anything About the man who bears my name His loss will be my gain I'll shatter the face in the frame So help me, God With a gunshot, point blank, back of the head Will it remove the bitter taste of resent? For the old dying man with none to call a friend There'll be no flowers on his grave at the end When we're face to face there will be no forgiveness I won't hear your cries You're fucking dead in my eyes So help me So help me, God So help me, God I can't fathom why you ever bothered Playing the role of an empty father For everything you put me through For the times, I needed someone to look to I made a vow, I swear I'll never be like you So help me, God With a gunshot, point blank, back of the head Will it remove the bitter taste of resent? For the old dying man with none to call a friend There'll be no flowers on his grave at the end So help me, God When we're face to face There will be no mistakes I will make you bleed for your treachery So help me, God Face to face No forgiveness I won't hear your cries You're fucking dead in my eyes