Seether: What's Yours Is Mine

I’m dying in my sleep while I’m awake in your ideal world. You’re nasty, and you’re scary, and you taste like rotted dead bodies. Why do you rule me? What have I done? What are my sins? While you deny me of my privilege to enter my life, I seize to know what’s mine. You do your work so well, looking down on me with your cruel intentions, pushing me down when I’ve already fallen; pulling my hair, shoving my body, pulling me through your web of chaos. Where did I ever go wrong with myself? I am drowning, yet there is no light. I can’t see, I’m so afraid of you.