The DAD in Dead

I've been empty on the inside.
Only thinking in weights and measures and biased opinion.
The highest that I've been, sickly and dying.
You denied your assignment.
Your child now a "has been".
You could have been a friend.
No, you could have been a husband to the women you used and lied to.
I tried to be you, I despised you, cried for you, I held it all inside for you.
I nearly fucking died for you, didn't want to be denied.
I'll side with myself this time, my pride, no more a fleeting issue.
When I said that I missed you, I lied.
I never knew you, your face in mine, a grown man.
You knew my face like the back of your hand.
My face only knew demands; my face only knew your hands.
At attention sir, I'll call you sir.
That's your name right? I concur.
You're not a man, you're a coward.
You're not a man, you're a coward!
Your own child... you're empowered.
You raise your hand and I'd cower.
I've been robbed, deflowered of a youth.
I swear I'll never be like you.
I'd rather die than be like you.
We’re passed the time goodbye is due.
I'd rather die than be like you, I'd rather fucking die.
You never wanted me: a son diseased; inferior, your "perfect" genes.
But all along this came from you.
You're flawed too, through and through.
I never really could recite all the right words in order to express myself
Towards seeing you, and greeting you, and being you.
Through meaningless sex and abuse on myself and my health never meant anything but hell.
I denied my "wealth" in life of being alive and seeing that side of myself; a part of me died.
But you were to blame, my reason.
My teacher, my model, my guide, my shame, my pain.
I've cried too many nights over series of cynical lullabies.
I've improvised and devised a plan to summarize your lies.
And ties are out now, cause compromise is out of the question... goodbye.
So father that I'm rid of.
Oh, where do you go hiding love?
And aren't you quite neglectful of your son who never had enough.
I never really had enough, I never had enough.
You taught me how to use, and you taught me to abuse.
I refuse, well I refuse to be a a cold-hearted FUCK like you.
Well pick and choose, you'll always lose sir.
No one’s son better than two.
Deny me oh my father, I've been refused.
I'll always be defective to you...