Game of Pricks

I've waited too long to have you hide in the back of me

I've cheated too long, I wonder how you keep track of me

You could never be strong, you can only be free

And I'll never ask for the truth, but you owe that to me

I've entered the game of pricks with knives in the back of me

Can't call you or on you no more when they're attacking me

I'll climb up on the house, weep to water the trees

And when you come calling me down, I'll put on my disease

You could never be strong, you can only be free

And I'll never ask for the truth, but you owe that to me

And I'll never ask for the truth, but you owe that to me

And I'll never ask for the truth, but you owe that to me