Seed

Every day it gets a little harder, can’t seem to get away
I remember there’s a certain place, a place I wish I’d stay.
I feel so lost within – pressured, I’m headed for that day.
Just one thought in my head, really. Do I need this fame?

Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can’t be.
Beautiful and care free, that’s how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I’m so pressured, I’m so weak,
Something takes a hold of me, something I can’t believe.

I lay in bed at night and wonder, should I go on this way?
It’s the only thing I really got for now, and it’s called fame.

Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can’t be.
Beautiful and care free, that’s how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I’m so pressured, I’m so weak,
something takes a hold of me, something I can’t believe.

So I see this face so innocent and fine… and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it’s mine.

I feel the rattle…

So I see this face so innocent and fine… and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it’s mine.

I feel the rattle…

Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can’t be.
Beautiful and care free, that’s how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I’m so pressured, I’m so weak,
something takes a hold of me, something I can’t believe.

Like some god damn fucking freak!