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(Shame) Come here boy There is no escape You placed love in toys And it led you to rape He got two wheels But he can't get away Who knows how he feels And will come save the day If you find the way to a clear mind take me He was just twelve Searching for a savior Found hell,hell,hell In the worst possible way Do you think we can find a way To forget all the hate and shame Do you think we can find a way To forget all the names that stain (ride) Ride,Fly,Away escape,no shame I want to get away I've got to get away |
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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 (torturewithasmile) 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 |  |
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Hey "God" Is it safe to take on skin Is it safe to worship face Is it safe to become sin What I become everyday Hate and fear and want you near me/"god" Hate and fear and want you near me/"pig" I can't wait to smear my love on you Insecure is me and a tragedy Hey "pig" Is it safe to bruise your skin Is it safe to slap your face Is it safe to cut right in Push four fingers all the way afilthylovetragedy If you choose I will die alone On my knees I'm feeling fear to the bone Never comfort and never know Never,never,never going home I know that you were just funning Or am I getting a little bit dumber How did you get so cunning To make us all a little nummer I know that you were just hunting For someone a little bit fatter To give a little more thought And a little more skin But the thought doesn't really matter Mr. P-I-G Do you know how it feels to be dubbed god of pigs when all you feel is insecurity |
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