Every day it gets a little harder, can't seem to get away.
  I remember there's a certain place, a place I wish I'd stay.
  I feel so lost within - pressured, I'm headed for that day.
  Just one thought in my head, really. Do I need this fame?
    Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can't be.
  Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
  Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so worried,
  Something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.
    I lay in bed at night and wonder, should I go on this way?
  It's the only thing I really got for now, and it's called fame.
    Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can't be.
  Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
  Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so worried,
  something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.
    So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
  So I see this face and I realize it's mine.
    I feel the rattle...
    So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
  So I see this face and I realize it's mine.
    I feel the rattle...
    Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can't be.
  Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
  Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so worried,
  something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.
    Like some god damn fucking freak!