Like Father, like son follow the footsteps of what your told and from the fears you have, never run you'll be breaking tradition. Worried of being different then the line you've followed not knowing if what your doing is right minded so hollow, minded so hollow the Ground is dragging me underneath don't think the sky would be so sympathetic any closer away from the ground i'm beneath and i'd be float up. I'm molded into a shape i can't possibly fit i look down and find a hole, my hand smeared with scarlet, i'm hit with wings i'll earn i'll teach of what i've failed and see the same ones learn they won't need to apologize for the redirection all i need is their satisfaction The walls cry to have your picture taken off because forgetting you in the first place was never enough the Windows close the shades in believing that crawling out of one would make me commit a sin