Mockbirth - Tristan

Look pa, so many stars above us.
Take a closer look, do they keep all our fortunes?
Took so long for you to see but at last you know sir;
Raised a girl and a boy to make a pretty good pair.

Children raised by the book in a tiny bedroom.
Pressing every hope to be under a low headroom.
A lovely shade tried to be but I bet he'd rather,
shit 'em out, sit and talk to his beloved mother.

He would say ma, thanks for everything you gave me.
Thanks for being there caring thanks for trying to form me.
But I'm missing life ma, every hour on duty.
Life is good sad happy angry, that's the beauty.

And what about love? Sex? Sex, you kiddin'?
You made a sin out of every picture I was dreaming.
I lost my years and flair for a “good enough”.
I locked my urges to prove you I was tough.


All the things you see, all the things you see,
they belong to you.
I swear if I could change I’d change the things you do.


Where are my friends? Fuck 'em, nothing to say.
I have whoever I need just a knob away.
I can live on my own, right? I can make it.
I can breathe, eat, sleep, dance, jerk off naked.

Oh, the air's so common, it's a pity.
If I could I would buy it off of this fucking city.
I'd improvidently breathe and then establish a fine,
to the punks who'd dare to breathe an exhalation of mine.

Lets go from scratch now, fuck I drift away.
I have to go ma, there are some things I have to say.
What a mess, from this angle everything seems skew.
I would change the lens I look through if only I knew.

But now I'm here just another misery commoner.
Your dream to be, life to live, weekend summoner.
Walking dead, growling son of the living.
That's all, I've had enough, fuck this I'm leaving.


All the things you see, all the things you see,
they belong to you.
I swear if I could change I’d change the things you do.