My Father’s Son

[Instrumental Intro] (heavy downtuned power chords, driving double kick, full intensity from beat one, no build up, thick wall of distortion) [Verse 1] (driving palm-muted riffs, thick distorted guitars, steady double kick, full intensity, room for vocals to sit in the mix) I heard my voice hit the wall and I didn’t know I was yelling The glass in my hand and my jaw locked the same way his used to set My boy went still in the doorway and I watched him step back from me The same step I took from the same sound in the same kind of kitchen I put the glass down on the counter and I said it like a prayer I am not my father I am not my father [Verse 2] (same intensity, thick downtuned power chords, double kick drums never stopping, dense heavy distortion) Ice hitting a glass at five PM was the signal to lock your door Whiskey breath leaking under the crack when he couldn’t work the handle The sound of his belt sliding out of the loops was not a man undressing Morning light through curtains that never opened and stale beer ground into carpet My mother wore long sleeves in July and we never said why I pressed my face into the pillow and I made the only promise I had I am not my father I am not my father [Verse 3] (same intensity, no drop, no lull, guitars and drums locked in) I don’t remember the first drink but I remember it felt like something I already knew The same brand on my counter that sat on his and I never chose it on purpose Three drinks in and my hands start shaking and I can’t tell if it’s the want or the rage I caught my face in the bathroom mirror and I saw his face looking back at me My voice gets loud when I’m drinking and I never hear it until the room goes quiet Something in my blood is pulling his direction and I cannot find where it starts I am not my father I AM NOT MY FATHER [Bridge] (half-time drums, sparse, exposed, stripped back) His hands my hands His glass my glass His voice my voice His blood my blood His son [Final Chorus] (full intensity returns, maximum volume, all instruments) WHEN DOES IT STOP WHEN DO I GET TO BE SOMEONE HE DIDN’T MAKE WHEN DOES THE BLOOD BECOME MINE I AM MY FATHER’S SON I AM MY FATHER’S SON AND I DON’T KNOW HOW TO STOP [End]