Don't touch your father's things
Don't touch your father's things
Don't touch your father's things
I spoilt espresso machine
Bullied on the bus
I'm staring at the sun
I'm killing for your God
Ma, tell me it's enough
Do you like the statue son?
No Velcro
Do you like to smoke the blunt?
Why can't you
See that we do this for you?
Ungrateful
Why you wasting all your food?
I'm so full
I don't drive, I don't want crash in my memories
Open doors and windows draining my energy
Family fuelling insanity bodies like casualties
Ballerina, tip-toe kid's home I am imagining
Fuck your morality, Santa be in my dream
Cardboard and glittery
Building be Anita first time I fell in love
Malabar Hill and I'm filling her sins
And she feeling me up and she feeding me lust
Teaching me not to give away my trust
Teaching me open eyes always be shut
Shut the fuck up, I'm on intuition
Shut the fuck up, I'm on intuition
Self-sabotage, I like to start and end
I'd like to burn it all, make no amends
Can't stop myself from living past tense
Mama, I'm sorry
I'm sorry
It's too late
Mama, I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Why you wasting all your food?
Bullied on the bus
Feels healthy
Staring at the sun
Where's mogli?
Crying for your mom
That's so sweet
Killing for your God
That's holy
Bully on the bus, he lonely
Collared animals
Don't unleash
Killing for your mom
That's holy
Buying all your Gods
Don't OD
Killing in the name of God
Killing in the name of God
Killing in the name of God
Killing in the name of God
Mama, I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Mama, I'm sorry
I'm sorry