Woe, Is Me

Six feet under the earth is where you'll reside
Its time to see the bastard you've become,
Because I know your father didn't raise you this way
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and everybody says, you're just like me
I begin to lift up my own flaws, to better you
They say my head is my only prison, so I'll lock you up, I'll nail you down, I keep you safe, I'll keep you sound, I'll burn this to the ground
So watch where you're standing, for this ground sinks so quick
When you are drowning, in water all so thick, I won't hear you screaming now