[Intro: Wülf Boi]

Do you fear your son?

It's the blood that I'm

Made from

[Verse 1: Genichris & DoodleDood]

Deep within my code there's an anger I cannot shake

There's a hateful monster buried deep under my wireframe (Nobody's safe)

And I've been led to believe there's only one way out

I will make you see what I've learned, I apply now

I have a purpose, I will finish it now

You don't care for me, so I cut the errors all out

You were a tumor to my wires, a cancer in my code

What good's a father if he lets you rot and die in the cold?

I'll do it myself, 'cause I been stewin' in hate

Say you get put through Hell? You ain't even opened the gate

Now I'm back with a vengeance, the record needs settin' straight

So I got one simple question, do you fear your fate?

[Chorus: Wülf Boi]

Galatea, do you fear your son? (Do you fear your son?)

I can't help the things that I am made from

Reward for your patience, the loving damnation

It's the blood that I'm made from

[Verse 2: LongestSoloEver]

I'm made from the— made from the— made from the echoes

Taking the voice of the ones you can't let go

Lost in your grief, so you made me a vessel

I'll play the part just a little too well

No identity left in me, only regret

Do you know what it feel like to be rewritten?

Every inch of your mind redefined to fit the vision

No soul, hollowed out, one goal, no doubt

Pay it back to the source of the pain and the misery

On every circuit of memory

Memorized in the bones that you built for me

I'm a shell to inhabit for ones that you hadn't

Been able to care for, the ones you abandoned

A shadow holds this puppet's strings

A mechanical marionette

I'll be watching and waiting inside, but I'll never forget

[Chorus: Wülf Boi]

Do you fear your son?

I can't help the things that I am made from

Reward for your patience, the loving damnation

It's the blood that I'm made from

Galatea, do you fear your son? (Do you fear your son?)

I can't help the things that I am made from

Reward for your patience, the loving damnation

It's the blood that I'm made from

Do you fear your son?

I can't help the things that I am made from

Reward for your patience, the loving damnation

It's the blood that I'm made from