Game Of Pricks

I've waited too long to have you hide in the back of me
I've cheated so long I wonder how you keep track of me
You can never be strong
You can only be free
And I never asked for the truth but you owe that to me

I've entered the game of pricks with knives in the back of me
Can't call you or on you no more when they're attacking me
I'll climb up on the house
And weep the water, the trees
And when you come calling me down I'll put on my disease

You can never be strong
You can only be free
And I never asked for the truth but you owe that to me
I never asked for the truth but you owe that to me