I feel responsibility to hate what I can`t eat.
A sack full of hissin` snakes, laying at my feet.
I see colors that don`t exist, feel pain that isn`t mine,
Gone from dirt to mud,
Gone from mud to slime.
When you`re ready! To come home!
Whan you`ve had enough.
When you`re standing! all alone!
Ya know, I`ll be waiting here!!!
There`s pride in what you call yourself, but then whats in a name?
I feel responsibility to hate and pass the blame.
Know you no security, they`ll beat you with a stick.
I feel responsibility to hate what makes me sick.
I know you`re standing! All alone!
Yeah! I`m still waiting here...
They eat their young! They eat their young!
Without question.
They eat their young! They eat their young!
Can`t be done all by myself, send help.
I feel responsibility to hate what I can`t eat.
An` I feel no security, just standin` on my feet.
I see colors that don`t exist, feel pain an` its all mine!
Gone from dirt to mud,
Livin` in the slime.
When you`re ready! To come home!
I know you had enough!
When you`re standing! All alone!
Ya know, I`m still waiting here...
They eat their Young!
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