Letras
The wool won't cover their eyes forever
Your immaturity is appalling
You incriminate yourself
With each action
To know you is to loathe you
With every forced hello
I can feel my hands creep closer
To your throat
Wanting to squeeze the life from you
How many times will you create a problem
Just to solve it in public view?
Can you talk without talking down?
Always pointing out the flaws of others
Without taking a look at yourself
You're not so fucking perfect—
No, not at all
Forgive me, father figure
For not being just like you
Or having a glimmer
Of self-determination
Where's the roadblock now?
They see right through you
You can't hold her down
You can't crush her aspirations
And your words
They don't mean shit
Can't control the life of my mother
And there's no chance in hell
You'll have a hand
In determining my fate
To know you is to loathe you
I'd rather wither and die
Be eaten alive
Then grow accustomed
To such manipulation
I'll break every fucking thing in sight
Kick and scream
And pray you die
Won't give in
To mind games
Let you steal my will
My will is mine
My will is mine
I won't make it soft for you
Where will you be
When there's no one left?
What will you do
When there's no one left?
What can you do
When she's gone?
What can you do
When she's gone?
When it all comes crumbling down
You'll be alone
You'll be alone
When it all comes crumbling down—
No one will care in the end