Settling Son (Demo) Songtext / Lyric

Son, take it from me, it's in the little victories

That keep you shaking hands with defeat

Son, I'll tell you reality isn't all it's cracked up to be

But the years go lightning fast that I just can't help but see



We believe it's okay 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 a tightrope, walking the tightrope



Son, take it from me, life's more than the floors of this factory

And working forty hours every single week

Son, I'll tell you reality isn't living down on your knees

But my life's gone in a flash and I just can't help but see






We believe it's okay 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 tightrope, walking the tightrope



Mouthfuls of rotting dynamite

Mouthfuls of rotting dynamite

You call this living a normal life?

We're not living a normal life



We still believe it's okay 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 tightrope, walking the tightrope



We still believe it's okay to leave the words caught in your throat

But you know you'll be walking the tightrope

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 tightrope, walking the tightrope