some say, now suffer all the children, and walk away a savior,or a madman and polluted from gutter i

some say, now suffer all the children, and walk away a savior,
or a madman and polluted from gutter institutions
don’t you breathe for me, undeserving of your sympathy,
‘cause there ain’t no way that I’m sorry for what I did

and through it all, how could you cry for me?
'cause I don’t feel bad about it
so shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye,
and sleep, just sleep

…

wake up!