There's no one left to give You trusted this with me I let it slip away And I do hope the dogs are fine We'll bury them with pieces of you And not all your sandwiches are bad Bury them with pieces of you And I don't have choices, only anger And I don't have choices, only anger And I don't have choices, only anger And I don't have choices, only anger And I don't have choices, only anger And I don't have choices, only anger And I don't have choices, only anger