Undone

This won't be the last time, can't stop
Next in line for the wage of sin
No one knows when it's going to begin
Passing time in his father's skin

He came undone
They'll say, some day -
He's his father's son

Seven pictures on the wall
Hidden voices start to call
Number eight is still a thought
Filling needs that can't be bought

He came undone
They'll say, some day -
He's his father's son

He always knew that he's the one
When he thinks about the next, it's done
Before they knew it, he struck again
His mind confused, his only friend