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