That strong mother doesn't tell her cub, Son, stay weak so the wolves can get you. She says, Toughen up, this is reality we are living in.

Ohh and the harsh realityIs they've made grace for you and meInstead of saving you and me,They're just enslaving you and me.These Social Drugs... Messing with my mind,Telling me I'm fine,Wanting me dead.

Ohh and the harsh reality
Is they've made grace for you and me
Instead of saving you and me,
They're just enslaving you and me.

These Social Drugs...
Messing with my mind,
Telling me I'm fine,
Wanting me dead.

From the first time someone says, Who do you think you are? we learn how to repress.

Reality is easy. It's deception that's the hard work.

My mother is not a CIA agent, but she's an Italian mother, and she'd do anything for her son.