They put the whole city on lockdown,
With words they can't replace,
Daddy don't like my point of view,
and Mother don't like my face.

Got all the premises shut down,
Waiting for another reprise,
Razor backed and spine retract,
Saying what majority needs.

Are you feeling a little bit roped down,
Aching for a seed to sow,
Cold facts will hit you back,
But everybody needs to know.

Everybody don't like listening,
Must of us don't believe,
That the knife you find that's in your back 
was hidden right up their sleeve

Waiter can you get me the bill now,
I'm feeling a little bit ill,
It's all the blood that's inside your guts
That's giving you the need to kill

Daddy just thinks I'm angry
Father don't let it show
Mother just fed me sugar so I,
Don't let the pain show.

Seems no one likes the word sorry,
Unless I get in the way,
Papa said sorry is a weakness,
He never says sorry anyway

Don't ask him to hold you,
And never say the word love,
Daddy just speaks in actions,
Sometimes actions ain't enough

Come Come Come Chameleon,
You change when it suits you,
Can't relate, can't you take the bait
when you're pedalling your point of view,

Nobody's using these weapons,
Against you you should know,
It's for your health and all by yourself,
The pressure is about to blow.

As I squeeze a word in,
The blank look on your face,
Sharpens Up narcissistic tongues
and leaves a bitter taste

Your eyes profess to weeping,
They give your soul away
Daddy don't like crying,
He wasn't crying anyway

Dancing like a skater, 
Glides upon the ice
The depth below can only show,
When the cracks increase in size

You hide it like a safe box,
Away from those who know,
The fire's in the engine room,
and it's spreading out down below

Mayday is the call now,
They're shooting out the flares
The water's still, the boat is ill,
and needing in repair

So if you have a feeling,
And you desire to care,
You'll only ever heal yourself 
If feelings you can share