Prodigals Songtext
von Chasing South

The cycle goes on

Re-inscribe your dialogue of death and diaspora
Avert your eyes as children run in horror
The sun here no longer beats down on serendipity

The sins of the father are the burdens of the son
Tyranny of the majority is asserted with a gun
The sins of the father are the burdens of the son
Tyranny of the majority is asserted with a gun


The cycle goes on and your heart it doesn′t beat
Do you just want a chance for misery?
Remember when you used to run away?
The past caught up and now you make the sons pay, oh

Just admit that you have nothing left to say
You speak of freedom, while taking theirs away

The sins of the father are the burdens of the son
Tyranny of the majority is asserted with a gun
The sins of the father are the burdens of the son
Tyranny of the majority is asserted with a gun

The sins of the father are the burdens of the, oh
Help me to deny
Perpetuate the lie
The lie


The sun does not beat down here anymore
The sun does not beat down here anymore