Our mothers are insane
'Cause their mothers are insane
Our fathers are insane
'Cause their fathers are insane
Everything falls from the top
First it bends and then it drops
It's always someone else's fault
All the people in art business
Trying making money with their visions
Wearing their white sneakers
All the people in art business
It's hard for me to talk to you
But I need someone I can talk to
I keep falling from the top
(I bend and I drop)
What should I say?
(Shame, shame)
Harshness confused with strength
Kindness mixed with guilt
All of these are traps
We set up for themselves
I feel sick today
Who are you gonna call?
Tomorrow I'll feel great
And then it hits again
Hits again, hits again, hits again
Hits again, again, again
Hits again, hits again, hits again
Hits again, again, again
