Superficial Joy

Loneliness and restlessness, the sentimental lie
Young man blues, a couple of brews, and walking a straight line
A clever kid, set to fit in, but never to abide
Rigid views fed into your destruction and demise

Tugging on your heartstrings (Pull at the surface)
Come undone by the seams (By the seams)
Nowhere to run, no hiding place (Not even the smallest trail)
Mind is numb, all I need is a little saving...

Grace
I'll take it to my grave
As my mother told me, some won't make it, your back's not breaking off
As I open up my eyes and realize you're blind
Lost in a daydream
Nothing's changeless, you'll find your way my son

Tides have turned, and I have learned, the simple place and time
Ten misfits are full of grit, and the blood is on the shrine
The sinking ship is getting low, so first you must rely
On the sincere truth inside yourself, such a trait I can't deny

Tugging on your heartstrings (Pull at the surface)
Come undone by the seams (By the seams)
Nowhere to run, no hiding place (Not even the smallest trail)
Mind is numb, all I need is a little saving...

Grace
I'll take it to my grave
As my mother told me, some won't make it, your back's not breaking off
As I open up my eyes and realize you're blind
Lost in a daydream
Nothing's changeless, you'll find your way my son
Nothing's changeless, you'll find your way my son

Grace
I'll take it to my grave
As my mother told me, some won't make it, your back's not breaking off
As I open up my eyes and realize you're blind
Lost in a daydream
Nothing's changeless, you'll find your way my son
Nothing's changeless, you'll find your way my son
Nothing's changeless, you'll find your way my son



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel John Wateski, Weslley Braga, Gregorio Edward Serrato, Ryan Van Abeele
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