I screamed above to the heights,
craving sanctuary, craving you.

The refusal given sends spores flowing into the wind.
An infection spreads and takes hold.

I understand now as I'm on my deathbed that it was you;
Only you could have done this deed to me.

The man who promised the world was just another word
that meant nothing in this long sentence of my life.

I died knowing it was you, and feeling pain.
Now it's in my throat, grasping and pulling my mind.

Rousing me from my earthly slumber, I grin.
Haha, thinks I, it's not over yet.

I dig up that grave you put me in.
I threw you in thinking that it would finally end.

The pain grew only more and forced me to exhume you from that void.

I was this close again to forgetting you;
but no, I had to remember you.

Another medium to cause pain,
you're the secret to the distraught.

I could never forget you.
You feed on my soul and spread that disease all around.

Infecting the sweet memories I had of you.
You're just a fungus trying to thrive in them.

How sad, father...

Because of you, I'm stuck.
I'm stuck running in and out of this hole you dug for me.

I hope you're glad, knowing the wind takes those spores.
I hope you understand: It's not over for us.

Come home to me; so I can stop circling here.
Like a vulture, like you.

I'm done waiting for your return.
I'm done.

Then again, what's another fifteen years?

Now I can't stop crying for you.
You're just so far from me.

Why'd you leave me?
Was I just too bad of a child to bear?

One spore.

Was my mother inadequate?
Was our family even worse?

Two spores.

Was my brother just another one of your spawn?
Was I?

Three.

Father, I'm done crying about it all.
I'm going to uproot this fungus.

I'm going to uproot you.
Please just come home.

Don't talk to me.
Don't ever come back.

In.
Out.

That's all I will ever be.
A silent revolt against you with no end.