I am not my father’s son
I don’t belong to anyone
You’re losing yourself
Slowly disappearing
Already gone, endless
You’re losing yourself
Slowly disappearing
Caught in your skin, surrounded
I am not my father’s son
I am not anyone anymore
You’re losing yourself
Slowly disappearing
Caught in your skin, surrounded
History deletes itself
We’re holding on to something else
History deletes itself
We’re holding on to something else
History deletes itself
We’re holding on to something else