(Ah?)
Constant rush
Opens silence
Heavy words
Thrash my guts, no no no no no
Were my plans way too soon
Was my direction all a waste
Should I jump at the sound
Was it not challenging enough
What about solution (my son)
What about pride (my son)
Filled you up too much with my heart (you know it?s over)
Where are the patients (my son)
Where are the pills, my son
Where are the people you know, my son
Static notes
Under protection
Worried bells
Ring to save themselves, no no no no
Am I losing control
Was my argument way too sad
Do you laugh at my weight
Are you scared of the end results
What about solution (my son)
What about pride (my son)
Filled you up too much with my heart (you know it?s over)
Where are the patients (my son)
Where are the pills, my son
Where are the people you know
Where are the people you know
I've been too soft with you so far
I've cried too much over you
Where is my son
Ho.. hy.. yeah..
What about religion (my son)
What about faith (my son)
Filled you up too much with my heart (you know it?s over)
Where are the patients (my son)
Where are the pills, my son
Where are the people you know, it?s over
Where are the people you know
Where are the people
Where are the people you know, whoa
Where are the people you know
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(Ah?)
Constant rush
Opens silence
Heavy words
Thrash my guts, no no no no no
Were my plans way too soon
Was my direction all a waste
Should I jump at the sound
Was it not challenging enough
What about solution (my son)
What about pride (my son)
Filled you up too much with my heart (you know it?s over)
Where are the patients (my son)
Where are the pills, my son
Where are the people you know, my son
Static notes
Under protection
Worried bells
Ring to save themselves, no no no no
Am I losing control
Was my argument way too sad
Do you laugh at my weight
Are you scared of the end results
What about solution (my son)
What about pride (my son)
Filled you up too much with my heart (you know it?s over)
Where are the patients (my son)
Where are the pills, my son
Where are the people you know
Where are the people you know
I've been too soft with you so far
I've cried too much over you
Where is my son
Ho.. hy.. yeah..
What about religion (my son)
What about faith (my son)
Filled you up too much with my heart (you know it?s over)
Where are the patients (my son)
Where are the pills, my son
Where are the people you know, it?s over
Where are the people you know
Where are the people
Where are the people you know, whoa
Where are the people you know
Constant rush
Opens silence
Heavy words
Thrash my guts, no no no no no
Were my plans way too soon
Was my direction all a waste
Should I jump at the sound
Was it not challenging enough
What about solution (my son)
What about pride (my son)
Filled you up too much with my heart (you know it?s over)
Where are the patients (my son)
Where are the pills, my son
Where are the people you know, my son
Static notes
Under protection
Worried bells
Ring to save themselves, no no no no
Am I losing control
Was my argument way too sad
Do you laugh at my weight
Are you scared of the end results
What about solution (my son)
What about pride (my son)
Filled you up too much with my heart (you know it?s over)
Where are the patients (my son)
Where are the pills, my son
Where are the people you know
Where are the people you know
I've been too soft with you so far
I've cried too much over you
Where is my son
Ho.. hy.. yeah..
What about religion (my son)
What about faith (my son)
Filled you up too much with my heart (you know it?s over)
Where are the patients (my son)
Where are the pills, my son
Where are the people you know, it?s over
Where are the people you know
Where are the people
Where are the people you know, whoa
Where are the people you know
Writer: ANIKA ROSE MOA
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group