All, But The Archer

All I ever wanted was a father to love and edify me
All I ever wanted was a lasting pure embrace, but your attempt was self-serving
and sick
What father would ever do this to his own child… to his own child…
to his own child?
Let me fall victim to perversion: justice died the moment you stepped in
Let me fall victim to perversion: justice died the moment you stepped in
Trust betrayed and innocence taken: silence bought your justification
Trust betrayed and innocence taken: silence bought your justification
You put a price on… You put a price on… purity: scared it into secrecy,
but dormant bodies burst
But the scratches on the surface hinted at something terrible beneath,
waiting to bleed out a secret death: a truth untold, but once it’s spilled
the battle is over
Internal bleeding ebbs long after wounds have healed
No part of me remains untainted by your hands
The guilt is on your head: the blood is on your hands
The guilt is on your head… your head… This war is won
This war is won