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