You can see but you can't accept it No matter how I try to illustrate The books are closed So there's no point in asking Why did you go? And now I'm looking at the empty boxes You left your fingerprints all over the walls How could you be so bloody careless Because now I know You stole my collection of time I don't want to be a victim of crime You pulled me over the line Now I'm taking back what's rightfully mine I can feel, but I've no sensations Yeah you can stab me every day of the week I only feel a minor irritation Because I'm easy to heal You stole my collection of time I don't want to be a victim of crime You pulled me over the line Now I'm taking back what's rightfully mine Oh yeah I'm taking back what's rightfully mine And I don't want to be a victim of crime Oh yeah I'm taking back what's rightfully mine And I don't want to be a victim of crime