Out of Reach

Humiliate and torture

Till i wish i were dead

You say i'm the idiot

Your ignorance is blissApathy is all you preach

The strings of the puppet are out of reach

Ignore it, it might go away

Your at the bottom, that's where you'll stay

You just sit around and get stoned

There's no action, you only moan

Happily waving your white flag

Giving your leaders the last laughLeft me at the bottom

You thought i'd work for them

Thought i was a joke

I got them in the end

Clawing from the outside

I couldn't leave my mark

Your inside hurts much more

The blood's under my nailsWith ego-tripping acid punks

I giggled in a corner

A funeral in '78

I was the only mourner