Family - Apothek

And you’re being stubborn

Don’t treat me like family

Mother, sister, younger brother, father

Walking on stills too much you’re high horse

Comes down to conviction

Walking on stills too much you’re high horse

Comes down to conviction to win the war

Spit out that cube

And you’re coming with me

I got kicked in my chest

And they threw their best punches at me

You’re being stubborn

I’m only an alibi

I’m next to killing the second son

You saw it in the scene beneath the threats of core

Like your mother taught you

Divide, conquer, kill old brother

Saddle upon your raven, high horse

Spit out that cube

And you’re coming with me

I got kicked in my chest

And they threw their best punches at me