Song of the moment...
Spawn
I can't help waiting deliberating, depths of age pale away and I am trying to rediscover the wide-eyed beauty of the first glance and you can take what's mine, add to the weight of time with cold eyes and a furrowed brow and you can take what's mine, turn back the hands of time but for young, time is the sun
from where does fear spawn, from the older ingrained scorn does it mean that my mind won't cry and I can't believe that you're happy to bleed from your cold eyes
each year I peel back my skin and fleshy pink appears yet a harder layer grows, protect uncertainty young grow fear to love, resist my resistance reluctance to return a smile
from where does fear spawn from the older ingrained scorn does it mean that my mind won't cry and I can't believe that you're happy to bleed from your cold eyes