My blood is boiling   My time is now   Sick of the toiling   Someone show me how   To get away from here      I run but seem to fall   It can't be that bad   Sitting on that throne   That you made yourself   On the floor crawling   The best day I ever had      Living in this sin   Crying to yourself   Yet displaying a grin   So Im telling myself   To get away from here      I run but seem to fall   It can't be that bad   Sitting on that throne   That you made yourself   On the floor crawling   The best day I ever had      Your to blame for this   Mark these words   I will destroy your bliss   Cut in into thirds   And throw it away      I run but seem to fall   It can't be that bad   Sitting on that throne   That you made yourself   On the floor crawling   The best day I ever had      Such a waste...      Now you're bleeding on the floor...      I close the door...