Son Of A Thief — Diary of Dreams

So sick of being friendly So sick of being nice So sick of being thoughtful You think i hate my kind

So sick of all the liars So sick of all your words So sick of all you cherish You think i hate my kind

I fall down on my knees And kiss your holy feet You noble majesty I end here in defeat I beg you to forgive I, son of a thief Have to confess a sin I stole the skin i'm in

So sick of explanations So sick of revelations So sick of your disease You think i hate my kind

So sick of what i feel So sick of compromises So sick of how you look You think i hate my kind

And life goes on