Dillon And Her Son lyrics

Pleading graces for the youth For making us make up the truth Loading faces sounding forced We felt the hole without a source Grip the apple, stomp the snake Clip our nails, give them a break Give my life back within reason Can my mind get over what we've become? Do you know how to take this? Is this our real life? How easy is it to have fun? Is this a movie? Where I'm not bleeding In a dream, I held the power of the sun Give my life back if you believe us Within reason