Here's your baby boy
Aren't you proud?
He looks just like you
when you were a child.
Were you always this way?
Even before
you woke up from the
American dream?
I want to believe there is some deeper meaning
that your apathy is all part of the plan
but I know better, I know better
Relative happiness is still happiness, right?
I want to believe that you were really busy
you lost track of time and you'll be right back
but I know better. I know better.
Relative happiness is still happiness, right?
Now he is grown up,
where are you now?
You remember the fury
it comes from the inside, out
Its got you hiding
why were you hiding?
You remember the fury
it comes from the inside, out
All I want is to tie you to a chair and make you feel something you can't escape
All I want is to carve you a story, one you won't forget. a story about a son