I sometimes cry
When I see myself through your eyes
You, clean and dry
You smile and decide who lives and dies
Hate me and spy
And pry in my life all you want
You’re late, I am mine
Awake and I’m going on a hunt
Incompetents dictate my life
They’re shouting orders that demean us
Incompetents dictate my life,
They're shouting orders …
Who are you?
To point your finger at me
You, who are you?
To point your finger in my face
Who are you?
To run your scisors through my hair
You, who are you?
To run your shivers down my spine
