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!
Compositor: Jonathan DavisPublicado em 2005 (18/Mai) e lançado em 1998 (01/Mai)ECAD verificado fonograma #3471518 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM