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. 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. 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. And life goes on...