Tied to My Chair
I am the gun on the dance floor
Muzzle in ribs, pushed out the door
Don't really care where I've seen you before
Tied to my chair, pressing for more
I don't need you
I've already got them
I don't need you
Come on in
I am the bug in your system
Buttons to press, data condemned
Don't really care what you think about them
Tied to my chair, kissing my hem
I don't need you
I've already got them
I don't need you
Come on in
I am the polygraph question
Liar and thief, hide this mess then
Don't really care that you're a projection
Tied to my chair, insurrection
I don't need you
I've already got them
I don't need you
Come on in
I am the nails on your backbone
Staking my claim, setting the tone
Don't really care about dying alone
Tied to my chair, dragging the moan
I don't need you
I've already got them
I don't need you
Come on in
I am the needle, the promise, the end
Coming upstairs, finding your friend
Don't really care when I make your thumbs bend
Tied to my chair, screaming pretend
I don't need you
I've already got them
I don't need you
Come in come in come in
My gran would be so proud
My boys want you around
My guard is finally down
Come in come in come in
I don't need you
Let's crash networks
I don't need you
Deal with my quirks
I don't need you
Tied to my chair
(Lyrics by Amber Bird, Music by Varnish)
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