Idol - Criminal

Fallen Idol

Old man.

Scorned

Distrust.

Blackmail

Painful Growth

I belong to you

I was torn from

Your flesh

I become you

Now I see through

Your eyes

Rebel angel

Serves no master

Looks back guilty

Fought and lost

Fear not

Let go

Free your soul

Just like you

You’ll live on

In the life of the son

Of my son