Ad Nauseam Lyrics

Father was addicted to the rum and the liquor

Mother obsessed with how the spirits had to whisper

Two crude to be together

Exactly why daddy had to hit her

Oh so tragic!

I know you're sick of hearing exactly what happened

But, Zack's lip smacked to rim of the hitter

He loves the bottle!

He's too weak to quit her!

Wow!

Who knew this Apple wouldn't fall far from the tree?

How's

Such an asshole, blaming his problems on me?

Would it be safe to assume, he'd grow to be quite like either of you?

The elephant of the room. He'd known nothing but hatred of you

The black sheep of the estranged, alcoholic enraged

Still held accountable for sins from a patriarchal's past days!

Ad nauseam, well Fucking played

Oh so rotten was the tree

Thee earth and the seeds

Toxin from the stream

The roots and the rings

So crazy to believe there was even an Apple as fresh as this Apple you see

Toxin from the stream

The earth and the seeds!

The roots and the rings

Oh so rotten was the tree

So crazy to believe there was even an Apple as fresh as this Apple you see

Like him or love him, I don't give a fuck

Just understand he's one not giving it up

Sturdy in his stance

With strain from pain in his eyes

A Cowboy in the stars who's lived once upon far too many times

He's seen death take far too many lives

His own steps counting along for the ride

What a sour apple

More power to this Ass hole

I don't really get it the gimmicks who mimic

Being gangster got my head spinning

The things this boy did for survival sake

Would break the average man way beyond his own take

Fifteen and homeless, alone on these streets

Cold was the pew of God's home he would sleep

An ounce or two he would sling so he had food he could eat

It's hard to perceive let alone accept or believe

But, fuck if this boy was about getting up off of these streets

Surviving became instinct

Instinct became motive

Motive is now known as a mean of exploiting past traumas and what's shown us

How life's made this boy a soldier

Proud to bear pain, turn pressure into profit

No way to stop it. Look at him going

Unstoppable motion, immovable object

Oh so rotten was the tree

Thee earth and the seeds

Toxin from the stream

The roots and the rings

So crazy to believe there was even an Apple as fresh as this Apple you see

Toxin from the stream

The earth and the seeds!

The roots and the rings

Oh so rotten was the tree

So crazy to believe there was even an Apple as fresh as this Apple you see