"Put back the pieces and pull yourself together, man
We've got so much further to go"
(Son, you won't make it)

They can find him in broken spirits on a broken bed,
dreaming of lead,
in the basement of a house where dreams go to die
The grass outside my tiny window shows evidence of prying eyes,
and I still don't care how bad they want you...

"Save his soul. Sort his goals."
Kneeling by the bedside light each night
While I lie in the next room,
praying, "Please get me out of here alive."

"Oh, you're so morose...
And when you fail, I need to know."

"We lock the doors at night, for fear that we are in your sights."

Son you won't make it

these lyrics are submitted by Halos