The Prodigal Son – FallujahBy Dreams of us would carry me onThat day has come and goneBorn to be the prodigal sonWe are worn men soon to become extinctReminding ourselves to breatheYour curse upon the chosen sonI spited you that dayDefiance was the plightI curse the night I had to leaveThat day of my infant lifeMovement entangled with graceSwarming like vapor wavesThe last choice you could have madeYou chose to wither awayWither away [2x]The broken heart of the motherThe shattered arm of the father www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20