Can I have what i wanted
I have always been your puppet
I’ve been beaten by your voices
And I’ve cleared my mind from choice

But you know damn well what I want
What have I done to ”enjoy” this
I have stained your footsteps
Well I guess I liked it,
But tonight I won’t be home…

So what I feel is your choice?
Well I won’t have it no more
I will bury you instead

Now I’m taking back what you took
On my way to open fire
Gonna shove it all back in you
And I’ll spit into your sore
I will pin your eyes in rage
When you pray for your life
And tonight you’ll be alone…

So what I feel is your choice?
I don’t think so, no more
I have buried you instead
You won’t torture no more
’cause I’ve opened your sore
And I’ve killed whatever’s there