a million people walk by, on the street
there are stories being told, by their feet
the cracks in the window set me free
i'm on heroin, eternally
religion teaching me who to be
there are lies thrown at me, from the age of three
there must be something better in this life, i swear
i've had it up to here...

i remember long ago i was a child
pale demons crawled into my bed with a hollow smile
but i don't longer really care, i got away
i'm through listening to you, d'you hear what i say
religion teching me who to be
there are lies thrown at me from the age of three
there must be something better in this life, i swear
i've had it up to here...

i've had enough of all the bitter lies
i've had enough of all the local spies
i've had enough of all comitting suicide
i've had enough and now the anger dies
i've had enough of living life out loud
i've had enough pretending i'm a cloud
i've had enough of dealing with the proud
stop...

religion teaching me how to feel
there are lies thrown at me from the age of three
there must be something better in this life than suicide
i've had it up to here...