Everyone is so busy it is making me dizzy
Having too much fun getting nothing done
You are your father's son

All the plans that you made
Sometimes life is a charade
Is it a change for the better
Another lamb to the slaughter
You are your mother's daughter

All of this tragedy
Coming down from up on high
I know its far far too late
Nothing can save me now
A final use for the truth

I find no use for the truth