You pull my strings
You cut my wings
Expect me to play
You want me to be
Your bitchy inner vulture's prey
You spit my guts
Leave deadly cuts
It hurts so much
I won't feel appeal
Of your tempting scorching touch
Don’t count on me
I owe you nothing
Don't count on me
I'm down and out
I owe you nothing
Don't count on me
I'm down and out
You're slicing the skin
Between my dreams
You're childly laughing
A spoiled baby found
A victim really worth of scoffing
You were a gift of hope
You’ve brough me the rope
You’ve scratched my eyes
So justify your cry
No need to hide your complaisant vice