To stop that thieving awful man who wants to rob my life
He lies and cheats and makes a mess of everything I need
Until there's nothing good left in me
Stage is set with curtain drawn, but who will play my part?
Can't forget to sing the song that's bleeding from my heart
It cries and haunts and calls me out to wake all secrecy
Because there's nothing good left in me
A siren's tune will shut him up as it reaches his ears
Sweat keeps falling from his brow colliding with his tears
The time has come to make amends with the one he couldn't flee
Because there's nothing good left to be
Prisoner once and prisoner still, but not holding the key
Lured by grace and bound until I admit defeat
I fight and spit and kick the cross that wants to set me free
Because there's nothing good left in me
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