This view makes me sick Desecrated values Get back pretentious agents and Set me free from those stabbing my back Is it worth it Is it right The shackles of morals are loud and clear I've counted my blessings It doesn't add up My mind's made up Enough is enough I've got a hunch that you've never felt this before I bear my heart and you throw it straight to the floor Being a martyr isn't what I had in mind You should've told me no, I've wasted the time Everything doesn't revolve around me Maybe if we take a minute to see that We all bleed red