Paroles de Che

You want to hurt me To make me feel what you feel You want to tear me Till I bleed at the seam You're so sick of what you live under You take it to extremes So sick of what you waste That you can't even dream I'm not your slave You're not my master But I know it's the picture Your after You want to trap me Like a fly on the wall Then you call me useless For finding the cause You're so tired of all you left hidden It falls into obscene So tired of all the haste And what you could have been I'm not your slave You're not my master But I know it's the picture You're after This is all I need to know