I don't like the way you look at me
I am not the fucking enemy
My hands are tied and my head is sick
Just take my bones and be done with it
I'll leave you nothing but a question mark
A bag of nerves and a broken heart
My eyes are glued to an ancient frame
Shattered bodies, fucking twisted games
But I won't leave you come on
There's no point in asking what's wrong
You don't own me we belong to nothing
Place the apple on your pretty head
I came to warn you you're already dead
This is not the devil's idle hands
This is not the fucking promised land
A moving target is harder to kill
I'll always love you and I always will
And if I'm nothing but a memory
At least I have a fucking history
But I won't leave you come on
There's no point in asking what's wrong
You don't own me we belong to nothing
You don't own me
I am not the fucking enemy