anna-what did they do to you
fill them full of your lies
anna-what did they say to you
fill them full of your apathy

I want some freedom- get out of this place

you got fame and fortune
your picture on my wall
I wanna think a little and not drink some alcohol
I look around my little room and then I feel my hate consume
a fate only predictable by death

chorus

anna, you know you've got to get me out of this place
all of my ideas are out colliding out in space
I look down at my gritty hands I see that I am not a man
a fate only predictable by death

chorus