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, 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 worried,
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, 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 worried,
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, 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 worried,
Something takes a hold of me, something I can’t believe.
Like some god damn fucking freak!