Why do I sense benevolence? You stand tall at my great expense Thick words of gratitude, what a price to pay Stuck in my throat, I sell every word I say
But I don't want your charity Twisting me round I don't want your charity Keeping me down
Why does your world keep burying? Gorging much deeper than it's ever been Rubbing still harder, salt on my hurt Licking my burns while I grovel in your dirt
But I don't want your charity Twisting me round I don't want your charity Keeping me down, you keeping me down
You pity me with your tasteless gestures Gratitude for kind But your bludgeoned, intentioned objectives Are screwing with my mind, screwing with my mind
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