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