Son Of A Thief lyrics

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...