Age of Our Fathers

[Verse 1]
Dad’s a futurist, Mom’s nostalgic
Both seem like distractions to avoid what’s happening
Remember the moment personalities split
Heard her banging on the walls doing her best to forget
And the mind is a terrible thing to waste
Sometimes you gotta escape blind faith or medicate

Can't get high enough to free us up from making mistakes
Can’t get high enough to fully dissociate
Slowly reality starts settling in
Parents turned to religion Holy Spirit’s the prescription
The neighbors found other coping mechanisms
The older we get the stronger the medicine

Wipe the grit off your teeth cause reality bites
Blowing sunshine that’s a hell of a disguise
To deal with their lives they found Jesus Christ
You could get it perfect but it still wouldn’t be right

[Chorus]
Age of our fathers from sons to peers
Responsible for what we inherit
Still something tucked away deep inside
Afraid of what it is I’ll find

Not just mine now I think about my daughter’s life
You could get it perfect but it still wouldn’t be right
You could get it perfect but it still wouldn’t be right

[Verse 2]
Salvation packaged nice and neat glistening
Underneath it gets disgusting and filthy
Brainwashed and deceived on your knees nobody leaves
Till your tongues speak and there’s a fire in the breeze

We were the freaks the geeks and the least of these
Emotions run high but the foundation is weak
Nobody questions what they believe
Faith for me never came that easy

Value systems structured hinging on comfort
When it all comes crashing down collapsed under the pressure
Faith was idealistic instead of committed
Convictions were convenient so what are we left with

A refrigerator littered with magnets and pictures
Religious reminders quotes and scriptures
Disillusioned by your parent’s narratives
Asking why is the cover always better than its content

Raised to run and hide from your own humanity
Grew up too quick regret the life you didn’t live
A new day’s coming patience wait for it
Put that on my family’s future I paid for it

[Chorus]
Age of our fathers from sons to peers
Responsible for what we inherit
Still something tucked away deep inside
Afraid of what it is I’ll find

Not just mine now I think about my daughter’s life
You could get it perfect but it still wouldn’t be right
You could get it perfect but it still wouldn’t be right

[Verse 3]
Heavy handed beat into submission
Pass it down to your children’s children
Well you can’t force somebody to be something they don’t want
Our choices are reward or consequence enough

And you could take on religion
But that’s an unfair competition
The devil is a legalist
Careful of your commitments

Want to get away make sure the bonds are completely cut
But tough love somehow it seems we become what we judge

[Chorus]
Age of our fathers from sons to peers
Responsible for what we inherit
Still something tucked away deep inside
Afraid of what it is I’ll find

Not just mine now I think about my daughter’s life
You could get it perfect but it still wouldn’t be right
You could get it perfect but it still wouldn’t be right