Sick of trying
Done with lying
All the weight on my shoulders
Its making me feel like dyeing
Done sighing
And all the hiding
Done with my fear
Always fucking multiplying
Its fallen to my shoulders
Like its raining boulders
They're watching me:
The fate holders
Seeing if I'll keep playing
Their sick twisted little game
Done with the running
And people always shunning
Done with liers, the foxes, the "best" of people.
The worst people, are the most cunning
Standing here now,
People expecting me to bow
To someone I hate
When really,
I just want to push them through into the closing gate
See if they like when someone else chooses their fate
