i ve grown up too fast and missing out on these years i hear a whisper in space of the ethos we fear and i m a chip off the block like my father holds dear this coming of age costs the same as a six pack of beer i m just a ghost unpurified skin and bones but i m still alive father will you tell me another lie father don t you tell me another lie time is just a breeze that creeps in through the window a constant acceleration i m forever moving on a string when conversation gets too heavy the string must break and i must say about my fear of the never ending abyss i will lose my hair