Moke Hill - Undone Songtexte

This won't be the last time, can't stop,
Next in line for the wage of sin.
No one knows when it's going to begin,
Passing time in his father's skin.

He came undone.
They'll say, some day -
He's his father's son.

Seven pictures on the wall,
Hidden voices start to call.
Number eight is still a thought,
Filling needs that can't be bought.

He came undone.
They'll say, some day -
He's his father's son.