At Vance

Look at me
I tell you what you must do
You don't feel
Feel the pain I push you through
Fear your soul
I decide what you believe
Who can tell
A lot of space between your ears
Stupidity is fashion
It's all about the gold
I'm your solution
Tomorrow you're too old
For your child to be
Follow father to me
You don't see
See what I'm about to do
Walk to me
I'm the door you must pass through
Inside out
Forget about the easy way
Be a price
Everybody is for sale
Faith needs some changes
I'd get such cause
Child waits for no one
No matter who you are