Son Of 7 Lyrics - The Righteous & The Butterfly - Mushroomhead

Blinded by the creatures that stumble 

Blinded by your wasting away 

You look at you but you'll find in me 

Walking a tight rope 

Across a motherfucking fault line 

I thought it was divinity 

I've taken what you've given me 

I pledge allegiance to this patriotic bullshit 

A corporate puppet preaching nothing from this pulpit 

Hold on, hold on this was never me 

I finally found hands that drive me 

Been dancing with the devil way too long 

Please be here for me sing my last song 

Sing my last song 

Enlightened 

Be prepared to be humbled 

Frightened by your wasting away 

You look at you but you'll find in me 

No more snakes in the garden 

Open up your eyes 

And prepare for the fall