Son Of A Thief
So sick of being friendlySo sick of being niceSo sick of being thoughtfulYou think I hate my kind
So sick of all the liarsSo sick of all your wordsSo sick of all you cherishYou think I hate my kind
I fall down on my kneesAnd kiss your holy feetYou noble majestyI end here in defeatI beg you to forgiveI, son of a thiefHave to confess a sinI stole the skin I'm in
So sick of explanationsSo sick of revelationsSo sick of your diseaseYou think I hate my kind
So sick of what I feelSo sick of compromisesSo sick of how you lookYou think I hate my kind
And life goes on...