Can't you see that I'm sick of this? Chances are you're oblivious To how I feel, Sitting on your throne And I'm sure that I'm not alone, not alone, not alone [02:04.84 [02:11.12 [02:14.56 [02:19.58 [02:25.21 [01:21.90 So please I didn't think that you'd sell me out Now I know what you're all about You might feel in control of things But you're not holding all the strings, all the strings, all the strings... But it's obvious that doesn't matter to you I swallowed all your answers; I've swallowed all my pride You've used up all your chances, To keep this all inside So please, don't keep telling me that it's okay I don't buy all the shit that you say And quite honestly I'm fucking sick of it So please, if I cut off this nose from my face Then I wouldn't feel so out of place But it still wouldn't be quite enough for you, So please (End)