Album: Tired of Not Being Away From Here
WELL AS WELL
how will i father a minion worth the bother of keeping my glut? or will i falter and never reach the alter where fate is unplugged? am i worth consideration or the plausible elation that comes biting tongues? or will it always be a secret? fine, go ahead and keep it, i've got some of my own
look at that kid, no son of mine he wreaks of pain and guilt soaked up and stained in his eyes that he cleans with 'serpentine'
rays in his mouth, he'll sunburn graze where it is hot burns his throat, will he spit fire or will he learn to stop?
i can't calm down or sit back and watch you struggle, but i can just give up on myself i'll carry the heavy load on my shoulders for a pat on the back, or a star on your flag, or just be vocal
it's what it is when it's defined, and goes down smooth with a glass of grime the conscience shifts to mark the times nobody's to blame, if they cover their eyes and act surprised
will i father a son? tell me how he will be will he fall in traps that i have set & placed & scattered all around me? will he reach with his arms? will he pull up his sleeves? have i scared him from work & love & friendship & success that's always avoided me? is it my fault? am i sick, or sick in me? we've all got our own disease i'm as well as well as i can be