The Contender Series – Scoundrel lyrics

The sins of the son mirror all the father's moves
I have his nose, his ears, his eyes, his ability to lie straight faced to you

Being chased every day by this burning effigy
Stitching one lip to the next, instead of bringing about familial shame

Smell of gin and sin, lipstick across your chin
In a shade our mother would never wear
Trust now lost like youth, fiction eclipsed truth
Escapism, my new religion now

Birthday party absentee, fifth year abandoning me
And the candles burn out deep into a stale cake no one will ever eat

Dial tones pierced everything, called me into a nightmare
The only one left standing
Does silence mean you don't care?

Don't kiss goodnight, don't tuck me in, I know where you've been

A cheek that forever turns
No longer