How small is your margin mind
I seen it crack a million times
The flame is in within and the deadish flesh a-doomed??
By nature, so destructive, why do the things you do
Frustrated, belated, you’re on your last kill
I’ve seen it, I’ve felt it
I want to run away
I cannot bear with Mr Sacrilegious’ outrage
My morals, your story
How did we get this way
I can’t live what you think
Your love has gone the wrong way
To the saviour in the mission
His thoughts, pure and clean
He corrupts the girl, it was foretold
But it was not foreseen
High payments, low comeback
Your grip is ironclad
Cause you’re a winner, and I’m a loser
You’re just so sad
I’ve seen it, I’ve felt it
I want to run away
I cannot bear with Mr Sacrilegious’ outrage
My morals, your story
How did we get this way
I can’t live what you think