NOBODY'S SON
Yo
Lonely without a cause I look towards the lord
Praying for better days I never get an answer
The weight of the world it pushes on me harder
Succumbing to the reckless behaviour of my father
I'd rather die than accept life for what it is
Or what it isn't, Wrapped up metaphysics
When all I need is a song to move on so
Wrap me up in a web of my own wrongs
Needed more will than I brought to the table
But I'm seeking help telling fables for weeks
Well aware that I'm losing sight of the peace
Pleading for Sweet Release destroying the Id in me like
I love those who hold eternal patience
When I'm stepping on these existential places
In my mind there's no remembering of faces
All the worlds seem to blur into one
I'm nobody's son
I'm nobody's son
Born with a gun to my head (to my head)
Born with a gun
Born with a gun to my head (to my head)
Born with a gun
It's magic how we're all alone
And I hone my fear into strength
Hoping that I see another day
So my soul can finally rest
It's magic how we're all alone
And I hone my fear into strength
Hoping that I see another day
So my soul can finally rest
Born with a gun to my head (to my head)
Born with a gun
Born with a gun to my head (to my head)
Born with a gun
Lonely without a cause I look towards the lord
Praying for better days I never get an answer
The weight of the world it pushes on me harder
Succumbing to the reckless behaviour of my father
I'd rather die than accept life for what it is
Or what it isn't, Wrapped up metaphysics
When all I need is a song to move on so
Wrap me up in a web of my own wrongs
Needed more will than I brought to the table
But I'm seeking help telling fables for weeks
Well aware that I'm losing sight of the peace
Pleading for Sweet Release destroying the Id in me like
I love those who hold eternal patience
When I'm stepping on these existential places
In my mind there's no remembering of faces
All the worlds seem to blur into one
I'm nobody's son
I'm nobody's son
Born with a gun to my head (to my head)
Born with a gun
Born with a gun to my head (to my head)
Born with a gun
It's magic how we're all alone
And I hone my fear into strength
Hoping that I see another day
So my soul can finally rest
It's magic how we're all alone
And I hone my fear into strength
Hoping that I see another day
So my soul can finally rest
Born with a gun to my head (to my head)
Born with a gun
Born with a gun to my head (to my head)
Born with a gun
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Writer(s): James Rowley
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