Fostered Foes from Minutes by Jogging
Tracklist
| 3. | Fostered Foes | 3:50 |
Lyrics
It's easier to build a youth than to mend a man, I know that much is true.
Cream and bastards rise to top, the rest just gathers down here with the slop.
Your skin looks tired, your tongue is cold. If hard luck could kill, would you want me to know?
Manners cost the upper hand, the rest of us paddle t'wards dry land.
It's easier to tell the truth than to sit on a lie, that's a folly of youth.
Bled of seed, rid of mind. Empty of all yet you want me to find?
Empty pockets, empty hands. First in line to be second in command
Your eyes are crossed, your legs are closed. You chose all your friends but you fostered your foes.
Half-browsing in the twilight, a duck-step and lean right.
Remember your birth, a hackjob for what it's worth
Credits
from Minutes,
released May 2, 2010
