oh man, i can't believe that you did what they said   you did and to this day i've still gotta say that in   my mind i question it i wish i knew what you had   meant before you went and left me wondering to   just an echo of your voice 'listen...'   now i wait to take my turn to bleed like a kid playing   with a razorblade and wonder if i have the   balls at all or am i gonna be afraid where are   you? what do you think? 'cause i'm not sure when   knocking at death's door if i will be welcome in   or be left alone outside   i hear the sound of a heart   from the shadow in the dark   waiting for the poison to hit its mark   (listen--my son) i see the darkness   surround the shape on the ground the   killer straight up and a body face   down (firstborn-last one) i hear the   din of the screams, sorrow in streams   the smell of farewell and gasoline   (listen--my son) i see a heart set free   and my legacy hear a voice from a   shadow that is beckoning me   (firstborn-last one)   i guess there comes a point when you   think to yourself "this isn't worth it, it   isn't worth it" and now i feel what you felt inside   brother and now i feel what you felt   this isn't worth it, it isn't worth it i   wish it didn't end this way live a life in   hell through a mortal shell asphyxiating   smell for a crime lifetime imagination   locked in a cell and to the other   firstborn, i see the same scene that   must play over in your mind and now   how much more i'm sure it's fucked with   your head just like it's fucked up mine.   "listen my son-firstborn last one"   the message you sent out to me-i can't   change what's meant to be