The Lines I Lift

Speak low
In monotone
Oh, I won't say a word
So they'll never know
About the wild one you were when you were just a child

You made your bed
You chose the side
Yeah, you're sticking to the wall in which you least confide
You are so clean cut, you are the gem of our father's eyes

And even if life's a hologram
Oh, that won't stop me thinking about the clothes I wear
About my yellow teeth and how my gray hair falls to the side

So forget you are my son
You are an insult to the name of capitalism
You are a fickle friend, yeah, you spit in opportunity's face

Past and future, they will rob you blind
If you want to hold the present you can't pay 'em no mind

We could lie and say I gave it a good try
"Killing time just to keep the dream alive"
But why?
But why?

Wave your arms
And pray to die
Yeah, you memorized the parts and you can stay in time
But no, no
Not you, Young Blood, the gentleman to your right

You spoke low
In monotone
You never said a word
How could we ever know
About the wild one you swore to us you could become?

Listen closely to the lines I lift
If I start to read between 'em I can see if I fit
Past and future they will rob you blind
I played the role, I did my time
Yeah, yeah, yeah

We could lie and say I gave it a good try
"Killing time just to keep the dream alive"
But why?
But why?