Woorden: Sneaker Pimps. Becoming X. Walking Zero.

Sacrifice my vanity, kick off my heels
A careless weight on your hatred
Understand it's so simple, a simple please
To keep the faithful on a wounded knee

The madness, I do confess
I never see myself as blessed
Confused, unaddressed
Like a savior, I do caress
The truth is boredom more or less

Unused, obsessed
My time is only given up to you
Too much to choose
It's not mine to contemplate if I can lose
With this blood on my shoes

Compromise in full extreme, cut off my heels
Name a price on what's sacred
Guaranteed, I've got something, a royal disease
Take a flood to clean these streets

To the madness, I do confess
Forever see myself as blessed
Immune, obsessed
Like a savior, I do caress
The truth is boredom, it's excess

Take more, give less
My time is only given up to you
Too much to choose
It's not mine to contemplate if I can lose
With this blood on my shoes