Kent

So it goes

Off in a second you're gone and I'm just a lost soul

My body is breaking

I cannot feel my legs

So I go back and forth in my bedroom

Breaking my back on the things I thought I lack

So it goes

My mind is made up I'm just an asshole backed up on my hope

As I keep my hands down

I will follow my brother

And make my mark through the people I love

And I ll hold onto you

So who will keep our hands clean

When we are the old ones

Who will keep our hands clean

When we are the old ones

And I ll go

So I'll go off on my own

Just make up for my low esteem

In what I create and what I ll become when I'm old

And I I know I ll never be more than my father

And I ll be better off for that at least I hope

So who will keep our hands clean

When we are the old ones

Who will keep our hands clean

When we are we are the old ones