© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Glad to be your ego’s punching bag, you must know me better than god
knows disappointment, I don’t mean to laugh at you but your like a well
planned gag, and everything you said seemed so unimportant, and you
thought you knew what I think I am, but I think your thoughts aren't
worth a damn, were you an expert on my motivation, could you simplify
Just hang me guilty of your crime, and you can comfort the victim and feel
like a hero, sling a handful of your moral grime, ten hypocrites minus
truth equals zero, and you loved your love so full of hate, you think so
small to make me great, but your more guilty of what you psyched me,
you’ll never see the forest cant get past your own tree.
Go ahead doctor law and dissect my feelings, is it easier to know me than
to guess yourself, you taught your brain-waves to play your heartstrings,
and your disease is the cure of my health, I know how you felt it I know
how you thought it, there was a bargain up for sale and you just bought
it, but it’s so easy to believe and so hard to know, I’m anybody’s best
friend and anybody’s John Doe.