Everyone is so busy, it is making me dizzy
Having too much fun, getting nothing done
You are your father's son
All the plans that you made
Sometimes life is a charade
Is it a change for the better?
Another lamb to the slaughter
You are your mother's daughter
All of this tragedy
Coming down from up on high
I know it's far far too late
Nothing can save me now
A final use for the truth
I find no use for the truth