The Last Firstborn

oh man, i can't believe that you did what they said you did and to this day i've still gotta say that in my mind i question it i wish i knew what you had meant before you went and left me wondering to just an echo of your voice 'listen...' now i wait to take my turn to bleed like a kid playing with a razorblade and wonder if i have the balls at all or am i gonna be afraid where are you? what do you think? 'cause i'm not sure when knocking at death's door if i will be welcome in or be left alone outside i hear the sound of a heart from the shadow in the dark waiting for the poison to hit its mark (listen--my son) i see the darkness surround the shape on the ground the killer straight up and a body face down (firstborn-last one) i hear the din of the screams, sorrow in streams the smell of farewell and gasoline (listen--my son) i see a heart set free and my legacy hear a voice from a shadow that is beckoning me (firstborn-last one) i guess there comes a point when you think to yourself "this isn't worth it, it isn't worth it" and now i feel what you felt inside brother and now i feel what you felt this isn't worth it, it isn't worth it i wish it didn't end this way live a life in hell through a mortal shell asphyxiating smell for a crime lifetime imagination locked in a cell and to the other firstborn, i see the same scene that must play over in your mind and now how much more i'm sure it's f**ked with your head just like it's f**ked up mine. "listen my son-firstborn last one" the message you sent out to me-i can't change what's meant to be