[Verse]
Growing Pains
My youth is a lesson that can be seen
But that lesson is not absorbed easy
Like when she's growing her pain onto me
And my forgiveness can never be free
Her pain is her own, can't she see?
Still we just won't let each other be
As I go I feel a pain in my soul
And I only stop to pack and smoke my bowl
P-Pushing forward into new frontiers
And be sure my intentions are clear...
[Interlude]
[Verse]
Like conquistadors in foreign lands
Who will plant their own banner into the sand
As I try the prophet condemns me
To be a rat who only spreads disease
Harsh judgment from that man of God
But even Jesus had his own few flaws
Jerusalem was Yeshua's crowd, but in the present
Who's to say it's not a mushroom cloud
Bringing society down to the ground...
To the ground (x6)