There's that familiar twist in my guts Cold, clammy hands Feel I'm damned Should've figured as much When green, glassy eyes Feed me lies And I tried to be tough But now I fumble, falter Every feather's plucked 'Cause I feel like a child Every time you cast that smile 'Cause I know It's all for show And I feel like hound Every time you turn around I follow suit To appease you There's that familiar cold in the breeze Try to shake it off I check the clock But like a disease I'm preempting the spreading Of horror and unease Make another plea Stop the screams Your cries are in my dreams And I'm weak at the knees Like a hurt little bird Whose song will not be heard 'Cause I feel like a child Every time you cast that smile 'Cause I know It's all for show And I feel like hound Every time you turn around I follow suit To appease you