2nd Son Of A 2nd Son Lyrics - Medallius - Yip Deceiver

We heard it everyday 

Just pretty lights and hit parades 

And we were just another one 

Hell bent to make a little scrape 

And now that life of office chairs 

Perfect kids and thinning hair 

Comes scratching but it's wrong 

Feels so goddamned wrong 

Whatever happened to the things 

We used to know were right 

Like beer, caffeine and cigarettes 

Punk rock songs and squatter's rights 

We scrawled them down and left them there to die 

Illegible 

To suffocate alone under collections of collectibles 

Come on 

Get it together 

Legit 

We're all just guilty little pieces of a bigger dream 

Just cryptic little notes 

We send to someone else's fax machine 

I love the thought of never loving anything 

I love it 'cause it's wrong, it feels so goddamned wrong 

Oh lord forgive our little flights 

We didn't make it but we tried 

And can you blame us? 

We'd all love to know just what it's like 

To die on salty afternoons and dissipate with all the fumes 

Of things we'd never guess 

We live to die a perfect mess 

Come on 

Come on 

Come on 

Come on 

Get straight