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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 Letras de cancionesNever 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 From Letras Mania