They Eat Their Young

I feel responsibility to hate what I can't eat
A sack full of hissin' snakes, laying at my feet
I see colors that don't exist, feel pain that isn't mine
Gone from dirt to mud
Gone from mud to slime

When you're ready! To come home!
Whan you've had enough

When you're standing! All alone!
Ya know, I'll be waiting here

There's pride in what you call yourself, but then what's in a name?
I feel responsibility to hate and pass the blame
Know you no security, they'll beat you with a stick
I feel responsibility to hate what makes me sick

I know you're standing! All alone!
Yeah! I'm still waiting here

They eat their young! They eat their young!
Without question
They eat their young! They eat their young!
Can't be done all by myself, send help

I feel responsibility to hate what I can't eat
An' I feel no security, just standin' on my feet
I see colors that don't exist, feel pain an' its all mine!
Gone from dirt to mud
Livin' in the slime

When you're ready! To come home!
I know you had enough!
When you're standing! All alone!
Ya know, I'm still waiting here

They eat their young!