White Mail Video (MV)

You give your words like presents
And send me letters
Oh you think it's better if I see it your way
You type it up and send it
Kind regards best intentions
My name in dark letters on a stark white page

Think I need to know what you think of me?
Well I don't
Think it's gonna change a single thing?
Well it won't

I don't need to read anymore white mail

It's just the statistics
Not what you wish just
The way the cards have always fallen for you
Your little palm was kissed
With silver and privilege
And the mic is always turned up for you

Do you really wanna know what I think of you?
No you don't
And do I think it's gonna change your point of view?
I know it won't

I don't need to read anymore white mail

You don't speak for me
Time to read a different story