Settling Son (demo) Lyrics

Son, take it from me
it's in the little victory's
that keep you from shaking hands with defeat yeah
Son I tell you reality
isn't all it's cracked up to be
but they years go lightning fast
that I just can't help but see

We believe it's ok to leave
the words caught in your throat
but you know that you're growing old,
you always do what you're told,
going up in smoke and you're a ghost you know in the end you'll be walking the tight rope

Son, take it from me
life's worth more than the floors of this factory
and working fourty hours every single week
Son I tell you reality
isn't living down on your knees
but my life's gone by in a flash
and I just can't help but see

We believe it's ok to leave
the words caught in your throat
but you know that you're growing old,
you always do what you're told,
going up in smoke and you're a ghost you know in the end you'll be walking the tight rope

Mouthful's of rotting dynamite
Mouthful's of rotting dynamite
you call this living a normal life
we're not living a normal life
We still believe it's ok to leave
the words caught in your throat
but you know that you're growing old,
you always do what you're told,
going up in smoke and you're a ghost you know in the end you'll be walking the tight rope

We still believe it's ok to leave
the words caught in your throat
but you know that you'll be walking the tight rope,
you always do what you're told,
going up in smoke and you're a ghost you know in the end you'll be walking the tight rope