I wont pity you I'm gonna turn you in I'm made of plasiticine I hear your call to me I'm gonna turn away Cause it was all your fault I'm gonna turn you in Cause it was all your fault My mistake, my mistake My mistake, mistake My mistake, my mistake, mistake To believe, to believe I wont pity you I'm gonna turn you in I'm made of plasiticine I hear your call to me I'm gonna turn away Cause it was all your fault And now I'm here to stay And now its all gone