My mom recovered alcoholic
In the opera and jackson pollock said
All these things all these things are yours

She said you're not blessed
And you're not cursed
In the end you write your verse
Yeah all these all these things are yours

Let that feeling

Born in shadow

Let it make you

Make you strong

Let the demons

You got to carry

Carry you on and on and on

John coltrane's added grays
Took us all to better days
Said all these all these things are yours

Am I right am I wrong
End the end just write your song
'Cause all these things all these things are yours

Let that feeling

Born in shadow

Let it make you

Make you strong

Let the demons

You got to carry

Carry you on and on and on

'Cause all these things all these things are yours

All these things all these things are yours

Oh oh all these things all these things are yours

What happened to you man
I've been there too

'Cause all these things all these things are yours

Let that feeling

Born in shadow

Let it make you

Make you strong

Let the demons

You got to carry

Carry you on and on and on

Let the demons carry na na na