Hide behind the silver bars
Never seeing them for what they truly are
You curse yourself for waking up so late
Must have been those sleeping pills you ate
And open minds in see through jars
Relics that we forgot
We thought ourselves into this rut
With empty castles to show for battles we've fought
And so goes life
You found yourself a nice little wife
And a nice little home
But sown was strife
Not long ago when you dropped the knife
And sold off your bones
Open eyes and sleep at once
Your faith's a costume for an audience
But once a while you catch a glint of hope
A dream of children and post bath robes
And so goes life
You found yourself a nice little wife
And a nice little home
But sown was strife
Not long ago when you dropped the knife
And sold off your bones
And oh sweet children
Of whom I am but one
We weren't cut out for getting old
Oh sweet child
You weren't meant to get old
You weren't meant to get old
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