Fading son leaves darkened skies behind.
You're breaking outcomes harsh implied.
Your tears flow from a source unknown...
What's in it for you? Your son...
Can't make shores draw red.
Relax your grasp again. Killed by duty.
Twist the pins that burrow into you.
This isn't yours.
Fight for air, Fight for air.
Writing black words. And i'm gone.
Running backwards to this internship gone wrong.
Five days till Friday and i'm gone.
What's in it for you? Your son.