Broken, Bones and the will.   Capacity to disappear in misery saves.   Soaking, Pain as a thrill, Hate to instill.   Compassion's a cage.      Forgiving the father.   Read the story on my skin.   I'll be the martyr.   Falling from his grace again.      Sunken, sooner or later.   We crawl our way back into our favorite hole.   Drunken, swallow the savior,   And follow him to hang him from the highest pole.      Forgiving the father.   Read the story on my skin,   Tell me more about the man I should have been.   I'll be the martyr.   Falling from his grace again.      This is where the end begins.      The end begins.      Falling from his grace again,   falling from his grace again,   this is where the end begins.