Owe You Nothing - Sheer Terror

Degradation- not again

Explanation- not once more

It was a first and last something I didn’t need

I won’t apologize

I won’t accept your lies

I don’t give a fuck (about) how much you need

I will have it my way, or I won’t have it at all

I would piss on your grave- and I’ll laugh when you fall

I’ve got my own life, I’ve got my own gripes

I don’t really give a fuck about your pain

You are my enemy- you are my blasphemy

I would rather kill you than hear you complain

I’d pour salt in your wounds, the pleasure it would bring

Get it through your thick skull, I don’t owe you a thing

When will you fucking realize that I don’t owe you a thing

When will you just fucking understand that I don’t owe you a thing