Sins Of The Father Lyrics - Being As An Ocean

"You don't want to go in there," is all the officer said 

His face pale as the dead 

The ride-along saw white grow on his head 

Hand on his clip, cold metal on his hip 

Thinking of wasting that monster 

Sat so close you could spit 

This is no man 

No man could do this 

Heartless 

This is no man 

Gentle grace, met with violence (met with violence) 

In this dark place, I feel Your silence 

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Stared at the window on the right 

Winter air and the fear of what was inside 

Sent shivers down his spine 

That flashing red light 

The young man found comfort in the stars 

Taking his mind off homicide 

Walked up the path through the yard 

The door stood ajar 

He stepped hesitantly into the dark 

Just then another ran past him 

Eyes wide, hands clasped to his face 

Shoved him into the wall as the first spray escaped 

The remainder of the vomit planted in the garden 

Pointed to the, "First door on the right" 

That same flashing red light 

No man could do this 

No man could do this 

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Gentle grace, met with violence (met with violence) 

In this dark place, I feel Your silence 

He gathered his courage and tried not to think of what he was about to see 

Tried to not visualize a child of three 

Running into the first door on the right 

Hoping to stop the fight 

Red on the walls 

Red on the presents 

Her angelic head, left blood and fragments 

Red on the tree 

Red on her fleece 

He put her down as she tried to flee 

We are all given a chance to be free 

"I will be better than my father before me!" 

Gentle grace, met with violence (met with violence) 

In this dark place, I feel Your silence 

That little girl was his redeeming grace 

The thing to help him forget the misery 

Cause he was never shown it 

He spat in its face 

Now this brave young one lays cold 

Planted under a tree 

Given no chance to grow old 

(I feel it haunting me)