Keep lying to appear complete You're so not there Reap more unjust rewards Who really cares? Sick to d**h of being denied A rightful place along your side But who will love us? And will an ounce ever be mine? You, feed the bloated, bleed the shorted You, feed the bloated, bleed the shorted Content to see me sink into obscurity Ten years of pleading, you're not listening Sick to d**h of being deprived While all newcomers claim the prize But who will love us? And will the crown ever be mine? You, feed the bloated, bleed the shorted You, feed the bloated, bleed the shorted Who will love us, the unloved Who will love us, the unloved Who will love us, the unloved Who will love us, the unloved And will an ounce ever be mine?