Strangled in the womb
Painted by a tomb
You think the way I died was poetic?
Smothered by eternal pyrotechnics
What a place to be
It's about time to set free
I've always felt like I was beaten down
Trying to get out of wearing my father's crown
You're wrong to tell me how I feel
When you're beating me to deal, with
Your lack of empathy
You just keep robbing me
Of my compassionate needs
Sing a busy song
Miss me when I'm gone
You'll never see outside of your thick skull
Your love's a poison that I'll always run from
But that's okay, it's nothing to do with me
You're wrong to tell me how I feel
When you're beating me to deal, with
Your lack of empathy
Just keep robbing me
Of my compassionate needs
One, two, three!
You're wrong to tell me how I feel
When you're beating me to deal, with
Your lack of empathy
Just keep robbing me
Of my compassionate needs