She's right behind you.
She's coming to greet you.
She's come to welcome you to the grave.
I know she needs just one thing,
a heart that is clutching.
She needs to make sure you behave.
Oh,
welcome home,
your new master.
Prepare to bury your pain.
Oh,
feel your heart beating faster.
Your will is tied to the chain.
Feel your will depleting,
deprived of all meaning.
Your soul retreats again and again.
But the only one to blame here,
looked down in the mirror.
It's time to take control of your shame.
Oh,
you must become your own master.
So standing up to your pain.
Oh,
just feel your heart beating faster.
It's time to shake off these chains.
I don't care what they say.
I don't care if you win.
I just care about your son, not your own shame.
I don't care how she treats you.
Don't care how she needs you.
She's got guts,
I'm talking about stopping her shame.
The venom that spreads throughout mankind.
And I try to throw out the knife, but
I don't really care what they may say to me.
This is just my second thought,
and it's all too much.
No more games.
No more shame.
I don't care what they say.
I don't care if you win.
I just care about your son, not your own shame.
I don't care how she treats you.
Don't care how she needs you.
She's got guts,
I'm talking about stopping her shame.