The Prodigal
Sacha Sacket
Watch the rain
As it's
Staining everything
It finds my face
And it's
Bombs away
You're my rain
Always
Try to change me
But I faint
from the
Cut and paste
Still stay here
I'll kill this curse
Can you hear me?
I'm almost dead
but I've been worse
Don't you worry
I rise up,
A hazy
Prodigal son
When I want,
Your eyes to
Squint and run
We both know
That your
Parents haunt you
And when you go
I'll find
Your phantom
So stay here
I'll kill this curse
Can you hear me?
I'm almost dead
but I've been worse
Don't you worry