I feel responsibility to hate what I can't eat
A sack full of hissin' snake 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
When 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 whats 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
When you're ready To come home
if you've had enough

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
They eat their Young
They eat their Young  They eat their Young