...and in September, Father Lyrics


Too old for this shit

The years all passed

Future happened somewhere

Dead to the bone

Locked up in this tomb

Slept through the burial

All tomorrows lost

Give me a gun and help me load it

Cast in this mould

Like a plaything

Emotions draining

Nothing really counts

Names meaning nothing

Faces blur and fade

Give me a gun and help me load it

Give me a gun and help me load it