Family Dinner

No one knows what's in the bag Mother, father, are you there? Is this something you have never seen in me? Can't you see what I conceal? This is, this is, something, something that I feel This is, this is, something, something you can't heal Mother, father, are you there? So tell me now what makes a man My naked thoughts are pure and free Please feel the regret inside of me Can't we all be sinners instead of being winners? Like virgin sinners on a family dinner This is, this is, something, something that I feel This is, this is, something, something you can't heal Mother, father, are you there? So tell me now what makes a man Can't see a thing right through those trees I think they belong to me My mind can't set me free So I'll be who I'm supposed to be This is, this is, something, something that I feel This is, this is, something, something you can't heal Mother, father, are you there? So tell me now what makes a man So now I'm here Now I'm here Now, here Now we're here