Oedipus - Pythia

Drink up son life is what you make it

While you’re having fun

I am lost inside your point of view

Through and through

You were gone

So I starting drinking

Was I in the wrong?

For wishing that you’re bleeding for me too

Through and through

Break the chain, let the pain recede

Until you rise again from these ashes

Spill the vein, time to let the water

Wash you clean again

Your father loves you

Break the chain

Take the hate, burn it to the ground

Burn it to the ground

Break the chain

Take the hate, burn it to the ground

Burn it to the ground

In this world we are made of pieces

Either young or old

Good or bad or just a little lost

At your cost

You will find

That your patience only goes as far as mine

Not an inch beyond your final breath

Then there’s death

Break the chain, let the pain recede

Until you rise again from these ashes

Spill the vein, time to let the water

Wash you clean again

Your father loves you

Pray for us my son