Yeah Called a truce after you've lost your ground Your whole self-worth built on keeping me down Sick of all these scars from the years you've cut me at the knees Bottom-feeding, soul-sucking fucking misery Make amends, after you've lost your ground All that self-worth, built on putting me down All these scars from the years you cut me at the knees Never-ending, soul-sucking, god damn misery I try, I strive, I thrive No one's here to take your shit Now you're all alone