Death's got a grip around my throat, he ain't lettin' go
My family, hopes, and dreams
Two years right down the drain

Two years right down the $#&@in' drain
Two souls ripped apart from all the strain
That part of me died when you drug me face first through the $#&@in' dirt

You always knew that I needed you
That stupid (*##$ destroyed my youth
And to the family that I still love

Farewell
I'm now your Dead Son
Dead Son, trust, love

I am Dead Son. Come to terms with it.