From the recording Fictionland
Live Studio Recording - 2015
Songs written by Chapa.
Produced by Chapa.
Recorded at Havenhurst Studios, Los Angeles CA.
Tracked and Mixed by Scott Elliot at Elevated Sounds, Los Angeles, CA.
Mastered by Gabriel Surley at Wild Rose Studios, Corvallis, OR.
Lyrics
Mother, mother, look what we've done. We've learned to take and not return. I find myself a long for the ride. A passenger it seems. Never mind the words whispered through the trees that say we are one in the same. Do you hear the sounds of the cries you will make?
Mother, mother, look what we've become. We've learned to rape all the things you love. Life it seems beyond any care at all. Never mind the wisdom floating through the leaves that say we are one in the same. Do you hear the sounds of the cries you will make?
Somewhere down the road you lost your way. Your natural way.
Mother, mother, I seen. I seen all that's wrong. And I too am to blame for all I use and throw. Life there seems there's no surprise. I feel shame and loss to not hear the words coming through the ground that says we are one in the same. Do you hear the sounds of the cries you will make? See it's your design. It's your prideful faith. You planned your end. And your plan is perfect.
Somewhere down the road you lost your way. Your natural way.
Somewhere down the road you gonna find your way. Your natural way.
Yes my son, the time is late. Remember how you once lived. One in the same.