so when theres no more to do
i´ve grown up to be that i am
a fine line between then and now
am i really grown up now?
if theres no more to be
please me let me be
cannot think my way out
so what is there to think?
maybe i will fade
maybe i can fade
i will never fade
i can only exist
no will to go on
no one to go on
i must be grown up
i must be grown up
i must be grown up
i must be grown up
living on the edge
almost falling off
if i fall will i catch me?
thinking of a better time
my lifetime slips away
i am almost grown up
and now theres no more to de
my dreams are going nowhere
lifetime is all used up
better times are straight ahead
but i cant seem to reach
first ill have to die
just to be a better fool
i have to close my eyes
then maybe i will fade
maybe i can fade
no, i will never fade
i can only exist
i never asked for this
i never asked for this
why is it this way?
itchy wiggle christ (gregory mccormick) from the band shock therapy, † 2008
as a mother hears
while her children sleep
now look
see how they’re dreaming
the black reciter reads
while the children sleep
don’t go so deep in slumber
where you’ll shy
know you’ll wander in sleep
don’t you fly too far away
some men die without crying
suffering so long and alone
softly children dry your eyes
gently children be wise
my attends to you
as a mother hears
all her children’s fears
so don’t cry
all will wash away
when we pray
soon soon soon soon soon
so if it’s okay i’ll wait with you while
the sun began to shine
oh look your wings are broken
but never a lie was spoken
the murdered thing is love you see
drifting on a lake of memory
now sleep close your eyes and have no fear
a wide blue sky is very near
my attends to you
as a mother hears
her children’s fears
sleep