And in the end i will show you that this life is only madness Can we filter out the toxicity and find worth in the static We build and build we forget the model, we design the madness Please breathe, and we paint it gold A blur on the horizon we fail to keep site over and over again Swarming and spiraling burning at both ends Open your palms up resist the current I am not your fathers son I am not your fathers son and you'll find me at the end Lost in the static Lost in the static Come dig me up, wipe the earth from my bones I am not your fathers son I am not your fathers sonand you'll find me at the end Lost in the static Lost in the static Come dig me up, wipe the earth from my bones With pressure we creak and we bend. crimson feet trample our joints We splinter and break. we suffer again We become a path others use to take A distant undertaking to suffer the same I'll stand right beside you. we slog side by side Cecome a path others use to take Lost in the static Just to suffer the same
Come dig me up, wipe the earth from my bones Hold me up and join me on the horizon Kill whats left of the inner glow Giving up the ghost Growing cold We never begin Our own feet trample our joints, we burn at both ends A blur on the horizon We become a path others use to take A distant undertaking to suffer the same I'll stand right beside you. we slog side by side Lost in the static We build and build we forget the model, we design madness and Paint it gold I am not your fathers son I am not your fathers son and you'll find me at the end Lost in the static Lost in the static Come dig me up, wipe the earth from my bones I am not your fathers son I am not your fathers son and you'll find me at the end Lost in the static Lost in the static Come dig me up, wipe the earth from my bones