I'm sitting here,
in this house,
feeling the walls close in.
I never ask to go anywhere,
always staying home.
Once I want to go out,
she denies me, she
keeps me locked,
inside this house filled with
anger, and hatred,
I have no freedom.
I hate this house,
and everyone in it.
I want to kill this urge
to swing at you,
but I'm so fuckin pissed,
I could kill you!
I want to scream at the top
of my lungs, but I can't,
the slave-master wouldn't allow it.
I hate Christmas,
and everything that comes with it.
I hate the happiness inside it.
I hate getting presents for people,
it's fuckin stupid.
I hate staying in this house,
my music is the only thing
keeping me sane right now,
and I know it's driving her insane.
She gives me no freedom,
and I give her no respect,
we're even,
I hate her bitchiness,
and she hates my attitude,
but she denies my freedom,
and I will not give her the
pleasure of me being miserable,
so fuck it, I have no freedom,
I just gotta deal with it. |
