I won't let you write the script anymore
Can't play this game, I can't be your whore
But my dear even on your best day you are a slave
To your needs,wants, your lovers...all night and day
What about philanthropy, courtesy and Humanity?
When did I exchange all this for my constant vanity
Go on you can pretend to mourn over the defenseless
You can delude yourself into assuming you're helpless
You're wrong because I am a citizen of a peaceful nation
I've been celebrated all over on countless occasions
You are nothing but a hypocrite, a cheat, a decoy
All the same, here to capitalize and then destroy
But the war within the surface refuses to desist
The torment, the suffering, the torture fails to shift
We are all walking carcasses of our yester disasters
Of our horrid tragedies and sometimes laughter
