I won't let you bury it I won't let you smother it I won't let you murder it Our time is running out And our time is running out You can't push it underground We can't stop it screaming out The death of me

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all