Guidance - History Of Defeat | Текст песни

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• Guidance
• History Of Defeat

A cold season that wouldn't pass.
Now comes to an end.
I wont drift away like the rest of them.
My father caught in its noose.
I watch him choke and hang.
A tradition of addiction. So hard to break.
It caught so many before. But It wont catch me.
I loosen its grip I break free.

This cycle ends with me, I wont be bought to my knees.
I can't bare the hurt, I cant bare the pain,
I cant wear the chains, that you handed down to me.
Father.