The Truth کے بول

Bite the hand that feeds the boy He's beautiful and I'm annoyed Forty years or days from now I'd kill myself to cut you out Sell it and I can't compete Forced to fight or fill the need There's wine stains on our bed sheets 'Cause I hate to let you down To let you down Kissing babies I'm alive but I'm dead inside Burying my face against the wall Silent scathing smile The family planning aisle I can feel my sanity dissolve Psychopaths and plagues alike Kissed the contacts from my eyes No one's less surprised than I No, no one's less surprised Sell it and I can't compete Forced to fight or fill the need Bayonet from bruise to bone I hate to let you down To let you down Kissing babies I'm alive but I'm dead inside Burying my face against the wall Silent scathing smile Forgetting is heaven while I can feel my sanity dissolve Bite the hand that feeds the boy He's beautiful and I'm annoyed Forty years or days from now I'd kill myself to cut you out He can't save me I'm alive but I'm dead inside Burying my face against the wall Silent scathing smile The youngest remains of five I can feel my sanity dissolve