Subject In waiting

subject in waiting								

half of what they say is meaningless
oh and don’t i know
it seems we’ve lost our front and we’re the rest
Seeming so i guess

ah.. she’s waiting on her son
while i’m waiting for the one
yes she’s waiting on her son

i heard my mom waits at the door
and she’s crying for more
it seems she’s subjected only to wait
not knowing about my fate

now in my life,  i’ve cut the beast without a knife
please protect me
oh in my life, i’ve trashed the feast i’ve lived my life
now, don’t forget me, please don’t forget me

all of us we know it’s near
only time to dry our tears
while there’s a war going on here
good soldiers live in fear

and she’s waiting on her son
while i’m waiting for the one
yes she’s waiting on her son
and while she’s waiting on her son
and while i’m waiting for the one
yes she’s waiting on her son

cause what goes up, must come down
we all grow up and we all fall down