Game Of Pricks

i've waited too long

to have you hide in the back of me

i've cheated so long

i wonder how you keep track of me

you could never be strong

you can only be free

and i've never asked for the truth

but you owe that to me

i've entered the game of pricks

with knives in the back of me

can't call you or on you no more

when they're attacking me



i'll climb up on the house

weep to water the trees

and when you come calling me down

i'll put on my disease



you could never be strong

you can only be free

and i've never asked for the truth

but you owe that to me

and i've never asked for the truth

but you owe that to me