How can it be that this is hunger? I broke my only body Moments for disconnecting memory On recollection, it's something greater Than shifting glances and criticism
And to my sibling rivals, they can die They die with the youngest With lines in the surface In time with a Jungist I'm tied, a little closer
To something wider than image surface And time among the feeding friends Have I made nothing? Have I seen better? Well, I've a cruel tongue that gives and takes And runs beneath the bridges
When they die They die with the youngest With lines in the surface In time with a Jungist I'm tied
Forget yourself, forget about family Forget yourself or forget about your family Forget yourself, forget about family Forget yourself or forget yourself a family