I was wonderin' how you're feelin, I tho ught I
saw you kneelin, and holdin' y our guts last night.
You looked like you were prayin', but I heard someone
sayin, you had been i n an awful fight.
You get the worst of it every tim e,
lashing ou t with no reaso n or rhyme.
To lose all this r age at so tender an age,
little baby, growing up in a rat cage.
Are you ready for the fallou t? Who ya gonna
call out? When does it finally comes to blows?
I think that you're for gettin', the blood that
you've been lettin ' has a price on it no one knows.
You may be sufferin ' in your s leep,
you may be gettin' in way too deep.
And you may not care for ad vice that I share,
but if you want it, then I'll be there.
Soon, you will learn how to swallow a te ar,
so , when you are old, you can cry in your be er.
Do you spit at the face s tarin' back at the mirror,
do you hav e any self-respect ?
So w hat the hell did you expect?
Are you ready for the fallout, who ya gonna call out? x4