My blood is boiling
My time is now
Sick of the toiling
Someone show me how
To get away from here

I run but seem to fall
It can't be that bad
Sitting on that throne
That you made yourself
On the floor crawling
The best day I ever had

Living in this sin
Crying to yourself
Yet displaying a grin
So Im telling myself
To get away from here

I run but seem to fall
It can't be that bad
Sitting on that throne
That you made yourself
On the floor crawling
The best day I ever had

Your to blame for this
Mark these words
I will destroy your bliss
Cut in into thirds
And throw it away

I run but seem to fall
It can't be that bad
Sitting on that throne
That you made yourself
On the floor crawling
The best day I ever had

Such a waste...

Now you're bleeding on the floor...

I close the door...