Every day it gets a little harder, can´t seem to get away.
I remember there´s a certain place, a place I wish I´d stay.
I feel so lost within - pressured, I´m headed for that day.
Just one thought in my head, really. Do I need this fame?

Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can´t be.
Beautiful and care free, that´s how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I´m so pressured, I´m so weak,
Something takes a hold of me, something I can´t believe.

I lay in bed at night and wonder, should I go on this way?
It´s the only thing I really got for now, and it´s called fame.

Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can´t be.
Beautiful and care free, that´s how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I´m so pressured, I´m so weak,
something takes a hold of me, something I can´t believe.

So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it´s mine.

I feel the rattle...

So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it´s mine.

I feel the rattle...

Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can´t be.
Beautiful and care free, that´s how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I´m so pressured, I´m so weak,
something takes a hold of me, something I can´t believe.


Like some god damn fucking freak!