The Truth

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
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 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
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 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
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 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