S E E D ( 11 )

Every day it gets a little harder, can't seem to get away.
I r emember 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, I see something I can't b e.
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, 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 wea k.
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.

Gibberish

So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so f ine.
So I see this face and I realize it's mine.

Gibberish

Every time, god damn, I look at my son, 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 pressur ed, I'm so weak.
Something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.

Like some god damn fucking freak! (x4)