Rock in the Family Tree

You a rock in da family tree
You a cog clogging this big fat machine
You a clock with no time to read
You a block holding up nothing

Still young, so you say
Drawing blood, pulling greys
In this flood I was raised
Treading loveless ocean waves
In the hour of mourning dreams
A bitter shower wakes reality
Your idol cowers next to streams
Of burdened towers shot or left hanging
Dinosaurs roar and cry and moan
They swore they'd die before they're old
So I tore out a painted rose
Time flies with you when your wheels slow

You a rock in da family tree
You a cog clogging this big fat machine
You a clock with no time to read
You a block holding up nothing



Credits
Writer(s): James Swetland
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