My Father, the Fatalist

The colors were captured in '89
We were two children
One six months, one thirty-one
I wished you had whispered
Listen, son, a disease is buried deep inside of me
And inside of you as well
'Cause now I’m left waiting
Like father, like son
We were both born with the damage done
At least now I know, death claimed my name
The day the moment I was born
All of the women who will weep and who will mourn
Those that will cry alongside my casket
Have all been called, their calendars marked
'Cause the cancer that will kill me has been formed
So I say, metaphysics no more
I sleepwalk with X’s for eyes
I’ve got nothing but time
'Cause now I’m left waiting
Life father, like son
We were both born with the damage done
I always wondered why you ran away
Idle time is all to blame
The devil’s playground where you use to lay