All under orders, the sons and the daughters
To carry the flag for all left before us
And I've barely strength to wave it myself
I don't have any answers yet.
I can't give her much, I make means to meet ends
And how she hates new songs about old girlfriends
Unless I'm spinning fables somewhat less than favourable of them
I'm terribly sorry this once awkward kid
Never had magic bullets, the iron sky did
And I still miss the words that you say
I don't have any answers yet
I scavenged for truth in the ashes of my youth
Oh, but they were long cold, I suspect I got old In the interlude
I'm forever disarmed by the cocky, the cool and the calm
Now I'm socially stable but, I'm still so easily alarmed
Cos time let it slip, the sobering truth
That I've lost my grip on the burtden of youth
I've had confirmed in everything I've never learned
And the lines on my face are the proof
Now I'm mired in mundane
My concious, constrained and unable
credits
from The Interlude,
track released September 23, 2017
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