One Day Son This Will Be Yours

You can't all pretend That you don't know enough Enough to make sense All this will be gone And you can sink beneath The rapture we've spawned What have we become You know we don't have all the time in the world To make the floods seem still You know

Drive, you're not going to be prepared for this You've left a trail of red and crossed it On your front door, and now I'm here So you're first on my list of things to do today Follow me outside and I'll Feed those hungry eyes of yours So bring out th