For the kids each day to grow
let'em run and run today
as my skind folds in shiny scales
my cronies plan to kill me while i sleep

and life gets old as we grow
rejected by his owm bed he falls asleep
and dream

and we're growing up, to follow the same mistakes
the corporation's bones feeds the rest of human grace

as the father prays at the end
they can chase him everywhere
he's waiting too long for judgment
my words has stolen his ways

and life gets sick of me
but the press are too confused
rejected by his own lies, can we blame the father ?

and we're growing up, to follow the same mistakes
the corporation's bones feeds the rest of human grace
a silent chaos makes you believe
that we've got too much life to feel the time
and we say so, and we say so, and we say so, so, so...