I feel responsibility to hate what I can't eat.
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A sack full of hissin' snakes, laying at my feet.
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I see colors that don't exist, feel pain that isn't mine,
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Gone from dirt to mud,
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Gone from mud to slime.
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When you're ready! To come home!
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Whan you've had enough.
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When you're standing! all alone!
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Ya know, I'll be waiting here!!!
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There's pride in what you call yourself, but then whats in a name?
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I feel responsibility to hate and pass the blame.
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Know you no security, they'll beat you with a stick.
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I feel responsibility to hate what makes me sick.
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I know you're standing! All alone!
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Yeah! I'm still waiting here...
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They eat their young! They eat their young!
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Without question.
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They eat their young! They eat their young!
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Can't be done all by myself, send help.
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I feel responsibility to hate what I can't eat.
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An' I feel no security, just standin' on my feet.
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I see colors that don't exist, feel pain an' its all mine!
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Gone from dirt to mud,
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Livin' in the slime.
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When you're ready! To come home!
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I know you had enough!
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When you're standing! All alone!
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Ya know, I'm still waiting here...
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They eat their Young!
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They Eat Their Young
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Overkill |