The Lines I Lift

Speak low, in monotone, oh
I won't say a word, so they'll never know
About the wild one that you were when you were just a child

You made your bed, you chose the side, yeah
You're sticking to the wall in which you least confide
You are so clean cut, you are the gem of our father's eyes

And even if life's a hologram
Oh, that won't stop me thinkin' 'bout the clothes I wear
About my yellow teeth and how my gray hair falls to the side

So forget you are my son
You are an insult to the name of capitalism
You are the fickle friend, yeah, you spit in opportunity's face

Past and future, they will rob you blind
If you want to hold the present you can't pay 'em no mind, yeah

We could lie and say I gave it a good try
Killing time just to keep the dream alive
But why?
But why?

Wave your arms and pray to die, yeah
You memorized the parts and you can stay in time
But, no no, not you young blood, the gentleman to your right

You spoke low, in monotone, oh
You never made a sound how could we ever know
About the wild one that you swore to us you would become

Listen closely to the lines I lift
If I start to read between 'em I can see if I fit
No, no, past and future they will rob you blind
I played the role, I did my time
Yeah, yeah, yeah

We could lie and say I gave it a good try
Killing time just to keep the dream alive
But why?
But why?