| Mothers Of Men | |
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| Appears On | The Afterman: Ascension |
| Track | 4 |
| Length | 4:11 |
| Produced By | Coheed And Cambria Michael Birnbaum Chris Bittner |
| Preceded By | The Afterman |
| Followed By | Goodnight, Fair Lady |
Mothers Of Men is the fourth song on the 2012 album The Afterman: Ascension.
Lyrics
In this space where nothing will seem too right
Our voice unheard in this quiet fight
This march we lead will breed our song
To them we're nothing, to them we're pawns
Oh, a desperate play to feel like we belong
Now, as we take up into the streets
Remember, I depend on you as much as you on me
Don't try to fake it, let's not pretend
We made you mothers, we made you men
We made you mothers, we made you men
Oh, it's no surprise
Nobody listens anymore
To what we're saying, to what was said
And in your absence we promised you
"We'll behave, oh, we'll behave"
So just keep running
Everything will look better once you look away
'Cause what's the difference?
Is there a difference we make?
(Your day will come...)
The rain starts dancing across our backs
These ardent words seize this heart attack
Belief still strong, we can make this change
The stage is set to occupy the brain
This stage is, we made this, we made this...
WE MADE IT
Oh, it's no surprise
Nobody listens anymore
To what we're saying, to what was said
And in your absence we promised you
"We'll behave, oh, we'll behave"
So just keep running
Everything will look better once you look away
'Cause what's the difference?
Is there a difference we make?
Between a dapper villain in a Sunday serial at the podium
Or another cog in the wheel
Just another cog in the wheel
They're both capable of making life hard
No bandage can mend all these parts
So why do I give?
Between, between, between
Between, between, between
Between, between, between
Oh, it's no surprise
Nobody listens anymore
To what we're saying, to what was said
And in your absence we promised you
"We'll behave, oh, we'll behave"
So just keep running
Everything will look better once you look away
'Cause what's the difference?
Oh, what's the difference?
... Of making life hard
No bandage can mend all these parts
So why do I live with this?
No difference...
Goodnight.