Follow me (follow me) All that I wanted the dreams I had before All that I needed I've never needed more All of my questions are answers to my sins All of my endings waiting to begin Give me the dust of my father Stand on the face of the ancients Bare

My sins from my youth And father, please remove my transgressions Let them blow in the wind like sand 'Cause all of my deeds, you know them Use me as your vessel Shine like the burning candle in the room Lord, don't remember, oh, don't remember Lord,

Damn the circumstances Life is hard enough Damn the bones that rattle Faith is good enough My heart is like a hand-me-down made soft by older brothers My body's like my father's house, the sin of genera~ons You shook the ground beneath my feet, my hopes

I'm the son of all I've done Impostor, been fostered I will tell you what I can But your mind will take a stand I sing of a greater love Let me know when you've had enough Then my new father drained my dirty blood Then my new father drained my dirty

Serpent's kin, born of sin, dark within Father of the wolf Betrayal of the Gods Born of evil blood So he found the heart in barren land It was beating, still alive He held it gently in his hand And looked up to the sky With evil thoughts of vicious kind

I'm way up, a god in size, beyond the reach of mortals I shed my human side Farther, O' Father I stare at my reflection, have I lost that boy inside? Final paradigm You've been breakin down for far too long Far too many moons since you felt well and

Make it rain Make it rain down low Oh make it rain And just the same When the sins of my father Weigh down in my soul And the pain of my mother Will not let me go

Fire in the sky Paralyzed with fear You know you're gonna die Dragonaut is near Father of Sin I'll drag you all in Bow down as I petrify Welcome to my world of steel Master of my domain

Playing the role of mom and dad Working so hard just to get paid As a single parent life ain't easy Consider, how she make it to the end of the day I wonder, how she make it to the end of the day I never know no father yet you provide my dinner And I

And where are the roads to freedom? Where is the life his father knew? Where is the love, where is the joy And tell me, where are the roads to freedom? A gypsy sings, of birds with broken wings And painted wheels that never roll Who hears the sighs? Who