- Songwriters: Mark Chaussee, Robert John Arth, Brian Tilse
Raised by you, you made me
In your shadow, angry
Like father, like son
Like father, like son
Mirror of your image
Victim of your damage
Like father, like son
Like father, like son
You gave me nothing
Like father
But these memories are full
Like son
Is the back of your hand
Like father
All that I'll pass on?
Like son
Here's what you've created
Shattered, cracked and wasted
Like father
I want to know why
Like son
Like father
The ways that you treat me
Like son
Like father
Eats away at your soul
Like son
And what's left is your conscience
Like father
That's a cancerous hole
Like son
I want to know why?
What have I done?
Were you a victim?
The cycle goes on
What does this song mean to you?