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