[Verse 1: Jon Mess]
Past and present are fleeting, gripping me
Nothing sections, wasted, infection, and breeding
Squashed and filed away, vacant collapsible piece of time
Squashed and filed away inside my mind
Suspended moments stored
Stored and left unread

[Chorus: Jon Mess]
Was I ever a child before?
Was I ever a child before?
I bore, the burden and bear the gift, and spread the sore
Was I ever a child before?
Was I ever a child before?
Banal, stripping layers, an invisible coursing war

[Verse 2: Jon Mess]
A slave to believe in always looking back
Nothing has beaten meaning, based on fact
Fatal blow, fatal blow indeed
Fatal blow, fatal blow

[Chorus: Jon Mess]
Was I ever a child before?
Was I ever a child before?
I bore, the burden and bear the gift, and spread the sore
Was I ever a child before?
Was I ever a child before?
Banal, stripping layers, an invisible coursing war
[Outro: Will Swan, Jon Mess]
Tethered, resent me
Tethered, resent me
Tethered, tethered
Tethered, resent me
Tethered, resent me
Tethered, resent me
Tethered, resent me