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.
(2 again)
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...
(7 again)
They eat their Young! (3x)dilution of pain
bleed incompetent reign
life through purity
humanity maintained
it brings in hope of precious life
answers agony divine
push ill-thoughts
of humanities decline
finally, system feeds, travesties
chokes life's inner sanctity
sceptically, you'll see
their lives ain't worth a dime
in the end, you and I will never see
look as one, upon this blasphemy
if I was you, I'd adjust my sensitivity
blame or fault, question rationality
in the end, you and I will never see
pain is small defy of your own mortality
run again, answers will be the same
open your eyes and see it for what it is
corporate science destroying lives in the benefit of none
liberation from the foolish
cash in cost, rhyme or reason...no!