I am always wrong
You are always right
I can't do a thing
Without the approval of your eyes

I have been so long
Growing cold in spite
I can't do a thing
Without mother's sound advice

It's coming around in your face
It's coming around from my head
It's coming around for my face
It's all coming down on your head

I,a bastard son
Surrounded by disguise
Should never break or shun
Mother's loving eyes

Come on mommy tell me why
I feel this way
And why I hate so much
What do I say
Not to tear us up

Never let me believe anything
Kept my head stuck in the television

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I,distant son
Hiding fast in hate
Forever running from
My family-shaped face

Come on mommy tell me what
Am I to do
With all this family filth
About all this family shame
And all this family guilt