You pull my strings
You cut my wings
Expect me to play
You want me to be
Your b**hy 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 your 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