Growing tiered of the herd. Growing tired of all you do. Growing tiered of all your ways. Getting sick to death of you. Selling all your precious dreams. Selling all you've got to give. Selling always selling something. Keep the hell away from me. Don't believe in fate, just a debt to pay, and I'm so ashamed of you. I believe that one day this gets washed away. Seize the day. There's power running through your veins. A power I can not possess. The greatest gift is still yourself. you won't give a single thing. And I'm just a little fairy on your Christmas tree, I'm so happy I could die right here. it's still clawing at my body, pouring over me, I know we're not the same. Never wanting more, never needing more. Hate takes away all the power in your name.
Lyrics submitted by Psychedeliasmith