I won't pick up the phone And you can tell me that you're sorry But I don't believe you baby You don't have to call anymore This is the last straw Don't wanna hurt anymore Like I did before You're not sorry, no no All this time I was wasting

Step inside, see the devil in I Too many times, we’ve let it come to this You’ll realize i’m not your devil anymore Undo these chains my friend I’ll show you the rage i’ve hidden Perish the sacrament Swallow, but nothing forgiven You and I can’t decide

But no one needs to know right now I'll tell him someday some way somehow But I'm gonna keep it a secret for now And I'm not lonely anymore at night And he don't know only, only he can make it right Am I dreamin' or stupid? I think I've been hit by cupid

(We are) the anti-cancer (We are) the only answer Stripped down, we want you dead But what's inside of me, you'll never know (We are) bipolar gods (We are) you know what we are My life was always shit And I don't think I need this anymore

Who knew you’d be hated for being who you are And be a big target for all the insecure There’s a bullseye painted on our chests In the crosshairs of the ignorant But I am not your scapegoat anymore Didn’t forget and you’re not forgiven I won’t forget, I

Nothing's right, nothing's wrong Just a feeling I was there, but I'm gone You once said your love wasn't worth it all It's too late, late for this I don't need my heart wanting any more You can't wait, wait for this I was right all along If I tried to

I'm holding on to a life, I'll never get back It's too hard to let go I'm on the right train but the wrong tracks Trying not to derail Nothing is like it was before I know not who I am anymore Chasing something that's behind me When will I be set free?

Yeah, it's alright now, baby, I got the cure I got the cure I was a little bit hurt, but I'm not anymore 'Cause the tears fell down, but they don't anymore I was a little locked out, but I'm not anymore I was a little far gone, but I'm not anymore Oh,

Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry But we're all unsure how much you've had But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses With wet white trousers on And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity

Anymore anyway Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo But if they'd point the finger at themselves We don't have a choice We don't have a voice There's no choice in freedom There's no voice in freedom Leaders are guilty of nothing They're perfectly insane