John Reuben - Age of Our Fathers Lyrics

[Verse 1]Dad’s a futurist, Mom’s nostalgicBoth seem like distractions to avoid what’s happeningRemember the moment personalities splitHeard her banging on the walls doing her best to forgetAnd the mind is a terrible thing to wasteSometimes you gotta escape blind faith or medicateCan't get high enough to free us up from making mistakesCan’t get high enough to fully dissociateSlowly reality starts settling inParents turned to religion Holy Spirit’s the prescriptionThe neighbors found other coping mechanismsThe older we get the stronger the medicineWipe the grit off your teeth cause reality bitesBlowing sunshine that’s a hell of a disguiseTo deal with their lives they found Jesus ChristYou could get it perfect but it still wouldn’t be right[Chorus]Age of our fathers from sons to peersResponsible for what we inheritStill something tucked away deep insideAfraid of what it is I’ll findNot just mine now I think about my daughter’s lifeYou could get it perfect but it still wouldn’t be rightYou could get it perfect but it still wouldn’t be right[Verse 2]Salvation packaged nice and neat glisteningUnderneath it gets disgusting and filthyBrainwashed and deceived on your knees nobody leavesTill your tongues speak and there’s a fire in the breezeWe were the freaks the geeks and the least of theseEmotions run high but the foundation is weakNobody questions what they believeFaith for me never came that easyValue systems structured hinging on comfortWhen it all comes crashing down collapsed under the pressureFaith was idealistic instead of committedConvictions were convenient so what are we left withA refrigerator littered with magnets and picturesReligious reminders quotes and scripturesDisillusioned by your parent’s narrativesAsking why is the cover always better than its contentRaised to run and hide from your own humanityGrew up too quick regret the life you didn’t liveA new day’s coming patience wait for itPut that on my family’s future I paid for it[Chorus]Age of our fathers from sons to peersResponsible for what we inheritStill something tucked away deep insideAfraid of what it is I’ll findNot just mine now I think about my daughter’s lifeYou could get it perfect but it still wouldn’t be rightYou could get it perfect but it still wouldn’t be right[Verse 3]Heavy handed beat into submissionPass it down to your children’s childrenWell you can’t force somebody to be something they don’t wantOur choices are reward or consequence enoughAnd you could take on religionBut that’s an unfair competitionThe devil is a legalistCareful of your commitmentsWant to get away make sure the bonds are completely cutBut tough love somehow it seems we become what we judge[Chorus]Age of our fathers from sons to peersResponsible for what we inheritStill something tucked away deep insideAfraid of what it is I’ll findNot just mine now I think about my daughter’s lifeYou could get it perfect but it still wouldn’t be rightYou could get it perfect but it still wouldn’t be right