You want to hurt me
To make me feel what you feel
You want to tear me
Till I bleed at the seam
You’re so sick of what you live under
You take it to extremes
So sick of what you waste
That you can’t even dream
I’m not your slave
You’re not my master
But I know it’s the picture
Your after
I’m not your slave
You’re not my master
But I know it’s the picture
Your after
You want to trap me
Like a fly on the wall
Then you call me useless
For finding the cause
You’re so tired of all you left hidden
It falls into obscene
So tired of all the haste
And what you could’ve been
I’m not your slave
You’re not my master
But I know it’s the picture
You’re after
I’m not your slave
You’re not my master
But I know it’s the picture
You’re after
This is all I need to know
This is all I need to know
I’m not your slave
You’re not my master
But I know it’s the picture
You’re after
I’m not your slave
You’re not my master
But I know it’s the picture
You’re after
You’re so sick of what you live under
You take it to extremes
So sick of what you waste
That you can’t even dream
You’re so tired of all you left hidden
It falls into obscene
So tired of all the haste
And what you could’ve been
What you could’ve been…
What you could’ve been…
Falls into obscene…
Falls into obscene…
To make me feel what you feel
You want to tear me
Till I bleed at the seam
You’re so sick of what you live under
You take it to extremes
So sick of what you waste
That you can’t even dream
I’m not your slave
You’re not my master
But I know it’s the picture
Your after
I’m not your slave
You’re not my master
But I know it’s the picture
Your after
You want to trap me
Like a fly on the wall
Then you call me useless
For finding the cause
You’re so tired of all you left hidden
It falls into obscene
So tired of all the haste
And what you could’ve been
I’m not your slave
You’re not my master
But I know it’s the picture
You’re after
I’m not your slave
You’re not my master
But I know it’s the picture
You’re after
This is all I need to know
This is all I need to know
I’m not your slave
You’re not my master
But I know it’s the picture
You’re after
I’m not your slave
You’re not my master
But I know it’s the picture
You’re after
You’re so sick of what you live under
You take it to extremes
So sick of what you waste
That you can’t even dream
You’re so tired of all you left hidden
It falls into obscene
So tired of all the haste
And what you could’ve been
What you could’ve been…
What you could’ve been…
Falls into obscene…
Falls into obscene…
Song name | Chè |
Artist | Curve |
Album | Open Day at the Hate Fest |
Track number | 3 |
Year | 2001 |
Language | British English |