Put yourself on display
You call yourself pure

Maybe we should face the wall, 
Close our eyes and kiss ourselves goodbye
One more fight.
There is a good chance I might die
If I am not already dead inside
Tell me how I'm going to feel

Hanging heads and teary eyes
Shiny smile and polished lies
How many times can we change ourselves
Before we [bad word] 
Let me out of this mess
No one has a reason to act this way

"I must have been so blind"
Save your [bad word] for the ones you can fool

This is family. this is pure

You don't have a clue what family is all about
You liar you snake you lie you lie

You call yourself pure