Let's paint a portrait, for the pain 

I can't afford you, anyway

You can't escape me, refuse to dry 

What's yours is yours, your's is mine, 

When the world is not good enough, 

Did you need it anyway?

I said "why the hell are we standing here?" 

It's just a matter of taste

You can't have what you want.

You don't want what you have,

Looks towards the future, pour champagne, 

Shatter the crystal clear message

You can berate me, worthless try, 

So complicating, your disguise

Freedom, fuck yeah.