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!