Piebald - Chris Rodgers (And The Wiffle Ball Bat) lyrics

when i was young i had dreams, my senses weren't repressed.

emotions now mass produce, there will be none left soon enough, stuck held fast like fossiles in amber.

i just want to be a child again, take this child away.

feeling older.

getting older.

i've grown too concerned.

sleep we sleep 1/3 of our lives away / spoon feed me.

it's going it gone.

chris i remember the wiffle ball bat (incident).