Vendetta Songtext
von Powder Chutes

You′ve been a terrible friend
A father figure pretend
You always said that you'd lead by example


Forever written in blood
For generations untouched
A bitter feud of family and fable
You were out of line
Running out of time
But you hear them
Not like they do
Call me out on my own
All they need is a throne
To satisfy the "would-be noble"
Maternal consequence
A child born of this?
And you said, "Well what can we do?"
Clandestine cover-up
Hidden under the rug
Father Truman forged a funeral
It was never about a means to an end
You always said that you needed a friend of a friend
But where′d you go?
They hid you in the dark
You've been a weapon right from the start

This is my vendetta to you
This is my vendetta

You sold me out now we're here
It′s never been very clear
You′ve never been the greatest example

A writhing snake in the grass
Sudden emphatic clash
Left a seat at the house so vacant
A born identity
A crown of thorns for me
Stretched across my skin
My anxiety

This is my vendetta to you
This is my vendetta

You're no saint just a martyr
Of hate and hubris
Persona Non Grata
Your political engine′s falling apart around you
(all around you)


Blood on the walls of all our sons and daughters
Written in dirt a thousand years before us
This is not a fight that either side can win
All because they're fighting for the same men

Blood on the walls of all our sons and daughters
Written in dirt a thousand years before us
This is not a fight that either side can win
All because they′re fighting for the same men

Blood on the walls of all our sons and daughters
Written in dirt a thousand years before us
This is not a fight that either side can win
All because they're fighting for the same men

Blood on the walls of all our sons and daughters
Written in dirt a thousand years before us
This is not a fight that either side can win
All because they′re fighting for the same men