Two, three, four. . Rid me of the notion that I ever had any rights. Cleanse me of the motives that come in such a clever disguise. Ruin my agenda, holy as it never was, oh.
Is anyone awake? Anyone at all?. Siren song is calling me, it's getting louder now. And compromise is here, I know it's all a lie. I need to hear the melody of Your tune, Your tune.