Low Viscosity - Age Is A Knife lyrics

Intro: To lose myself, that's an irrational fear Like washing off a tattoo that's been black for a year I mean yea, I still need touch ups, reminders of identity Not too much, just enough to realign with what I'm meant to be Hook: These pages I write These stages of life Age is a knife Break it to stay alive See I know myself through these pages I write Cause acting fails through these stages of life Time will not tell because age is a knife And it cuts my sense of self so I break it to stay alive Verse 1: Age to me is a blade that grows sharper Leaving the wrinkles on the face, soft bones, heart harder It was forged by Father Time, he disagreed with Mother Nature She said, “Spirit doesn't die,” he said, “but I can make this tame ya,” They had a son, he had his father's face But aside from that, he had his mother's ways And to him, life was never a race Living in the present with no attention to pace But on the first day of his thirteenth year Father Time presented him with the proposition he feared He said, “I must give up this position to my heir and predecessor Take this knife and listen son, it's heavy but you're strong and young And it will better your ability to get things done It's lessons bless ya and its reach can never be outrun,” So he attached it to his belt, and took off Kept doing what he did well, living freely with his heart soft But the weight of the knife became unbearable His Nature pulled him one way But the knife had a greater pull Hook: These pages I write These stages of life Age is a knife Break it to stay alive See I know myself through these pages I write Cause acting fails through these stages of life Time will not tell because age is a knife And it cuts my sense of self so I break it to stay alive Verse 2: Son of Nature and Time, wielding The Knife of Age Great warrior, his stories were recorded on the page And later recognized with great importance on the stage But unbeknownst to most, this blade to him was just a cage His father gave him a present that was future-focused Contradicting Mother's way of staying put to smell the roses He chose it and so went the wasteful use of his youthful strength Every time he sought his sense of self, the blade doubled in length And doubled in weight, so every step taken came with trouble and pain But he'd wince and repeatedly take it Cause the fame of his position was a replacement for greatness Known for his many years of life, but shortly stated He lost his motivation along with that child Spirit So he blamed the blade and ended his own tired life with it Not literally, but he took his Spirit's wrist and slit it He had a dream but The Knife of Age said he couldn't live it And he listened Hook: These pages I write These stages of life Age is a knife Break it to stay alive See I know myself through these pages I write Cause acting fails through these stages of life Time will not tell because age is a knife And it cuts my sense of self so I break it to stay alive Bridge: To lose myself, that's an irrational fear Like washing off a tattoo that's been black for a year I mean yea, I still need touch ups, reminders of identity Not too much, just enough to realign with what I'm meant to be Hook: These pages I write These stages of life Age is a knife Break it to stay alive See I know myself through these pages I write Cause acting fails through these stages of life Time will not tell because age is a knife And it cuts my sense of self so I break it to stay alive