My Hero's Expanding Waistline
from Failure Season by Seven Years Behind
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lyrics
You either die young and idealistic,
Or live long enough to see your heroes go flabby and inane.
Now might be the time to be realistic,
Make a choice or go insane.
Suitably ready to pack it all in.
This space I’ve created, it stays grey and unfinished.
Rough at the edges; this vessel remains empty.
Bereft of the finer things.
I’ve grown like a weed through paving slabs,
Malnourished, feeding on dirt and stubborn as hell.
Finding it difficult to pull up my roots.
I guess I’ll be here forever.
I’ve started to see a pattern emerge.
Either falling or failing, my heroes can’t save me now.
Seen them grow tired, fucked up and uninspired,
Failing to show me how:
To lead the way, (or say what I want to say)
Lead the way, (just say anything)
Lead the way (say what I want to say)
Lead the way, or just say anything.
So, bring me the heads of my demons.
Watch me forgive as I look them in the eyes.
Tonight, I will blossom and grow,
Knowing that I’m finally in control.
My domain is mine.
My kingdom is mine.
Or live long enough to see your heroes go flabby and inane.
Now might be the time to be realistic,
Make a choice or go insane.
Suitably ready to pack it all in.
This space I’ve created, it stays grey and unfinished.
Rough at the edges; this vessel remains empty.
Bereft of the finer things.
I’ve grown like a weed through paving slabs,
Malnourished, feeding on dirt and stubborn as hell.
Finding it difficult to pull up my roots.
I guess I’ll be here forever.
I’ve started to see a pattern emerge.
Either falling or failing, my heroes can’t save me now.
Seen them grow tired, fucked up and uninspired,
Failing to show me how:
To lead the way, (or say what I want to say)
Lead the way, (just say anything)
Lead the way (say what I want to say)
Lead the way, or just say anything.
So, bring me the heads of my demons.
Watch me forgive as I look them in the eyes.
Tonight, I will blossom and grow,
Knowing that I’m finally in control.
My domain is mine.
My kingdom is mine.
credits
from Failure Season,
released September 4, 2020
Written, performed, produced and mixed by Seven Years Behind
Mastered by UTC Studio
Written, performed, produced and mixed by Seven Years Behind
Mastered by UTC Studio
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