Lyrics

Are there any parts of me
That you would care to see
Unravel blueprints for my surgery
Reconstruct my fucking personality

Shove aside my point of view
Disregard who I have to be
Sorry, I cannot live to
Your expectations of me

There is no chance in our hell
That you will control my body
I can’t stand my hesitant apologies
I never, ever hear that you’re sorry

Sorry

My mind is not up for
A battle of custody
Your ideals are my calamity
I cannot pull apart the insanity

Insanity

My body is not up for
A round of your shooting gallery
A round of your shooting gallery
A round of your shooting gallery