Kent

So it goes.
Off in a second, you're gone and I'm just a lost soul.
My body is breaking.
I cannot feel my legs.
So I go back and forth in my bedroom,
Breaking my back on the things I thought I lack.

So it goes.
My mind is made up, I'm just an asshole backed up on my hope.
As I keep my hands down I will follow my brother,
And make my mark through the people I love
And I'll hold onto you.

So who will keep our hands clean when we are the old ones?

And I'll go off on my own, just make up for my low esteem
In what I create
And what I'll become when I'm old.
I know I'll never be more than my father
And I'll be better off for that, at least I hope.

So who will keep our hands clean when we are the old ones?