From the recording American Rome

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Lyrics and Music written and produced by Scott Callahan

Lyrics

I look in the mirror and I see your ghost
The version of you that I hated the most
A template of fury, a blueprint of pain
Now flowing like poison right through my veins
You built this cage out of words like a blade
And left me to bleed in the shadow you made
The tone of your voice, the slam of the door
I swore I'd be different, but this is my war

The embers are cold but the fireplace screams
You planted your nightmares inside of my dreams
Now the temperature's rising, the pressure begins
To unleash the son from the father's sins

I inherited the fire, I inherited the blame
Spitting out the ashes of a broken name
Hammer falls hard but the anvil won't break
How much of your anger am I supposed to take

You passed it along like a loaded gun
The ultimate gift from a father to a son
No warning, no mercy, just cold sight
Stripping at the innocent light
I catch myself shouting, the fists clenched tight
Replaying your madness in the dead of the night
An echo of history, a violent design
Damage ends and where does it start mine

I inherited the fire, I inherited the blame
Spitting out the ashes of a broken name
Hammer falls hard but the anvil won't break
How much of your anger am I supposed to take

Bury it deep. Bury it deep
The promises that you failed to keep
Look at what you made. Look at what I've become
The bitter reflection of what you have done

I inherited the fire, I inherited the blame
Spitting out the ashes of a broken name
Hammer falls hard but the anvil won't break
How much of your anger am I supposed to take

No more of your fire
No more of your blame
I'm washing my hands of your goddamn name
The cycle is dead
It ends with me