Why do I sense, benevolence   You stand tall at my great expense   Thick words of gratitude, what a price to pay   Stuck in my throat, I sell every word I say      But I don't want your charity   Twisting me round   I don't want your charity   Keeping me down...      Why does your world keep burying   Gorging much deeper, than it's ever been   Rubbing still harder, salt on my hurt   Licking my burns while I grovel in your dirt      But I don't want your charity   Twisting me round   I don't want your charity   Keeping me down...      You pity me with your tasteless gestures   Gratitude for kind   But your bludgeoned, intentioned objectives   Are screwing with my mind, screwing with my mind      But I don't want your charity   Twisting me round   I don't want your charity   Keeping me down...      But I don't want your charity   Twisting me round   I don't want your charity   Keeping me down...