32 Leaves - Slave

Sick of all the bullshit I wonder if we Got enough to start our own army Sick of all the spindle I wonder indeed If Satan’s sitter sends are we One day should we learn to pardon Safe inside we’ll be With no more lost from all this talking Of god damned misery I will never be your slave I can point my finger too I won’t ever say your name From any other point of view Sick of being the puppet I’m held up by strings With one move to put me where they please Sick of all the shamble I wonder what would be If one day we all should come unleashed I will never be your slave I can point my finger too I won’t ever say your name From any other point of view I will never be your slave I can pull the trigger too I won’t ever say your name From any other point of view One day should we learn to pardon Safe inside we’d be With no more lost from all this talking Of god damned misery I will never be your slave I can point my finger too I won’t ever say your name From any other point of view I will never be your slave I can pull the trigger too I won’t ever say your name From any other point of view I won’t ever be your slave