What are my memories but a fiction
A story scrubbed clean from the truth
Free from regret and consequence
And from the sins I\'ve tried to hide
What are our lives but a symptom
Of our actions our words and our thoughts
We tell ourselves we had no choice
And that we did the things we had to do
When a door opens we walk on through
With no thought to the future or cost
We hear the things that make it easier
As we turn our lies into the truth
I feel the sins of my father lay down with me
So easy lies that path
But the woes of my mother yell out at me
And is the light that Pulls me back
Will I be the father I want to be
Or are these my lies turned to truth
Will I protect my children from my sins
Or will mine lay down with them too