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