“No more of taking this hatred from you You make me feel dead when I'm talking to you You take me for granted when I'm not around So burn all your bridges 'cause I'm not going down (down)_ This time I will be heard I'm not gonna burn It's funny how the table, how the table turns_ You fake (fake!) your damn nation You pray (pray) for salvation 'cause your heart is made of stone You can die and rot alone”
