One man band rockstar
Well, that's what you think you are
Your favourite instrument, the guitar
String pulling has always been your heart's desire
Tell me...
How does it feel to be at the puppet'-end
of those strings for a change
Oh, how sweet love exerts its revenge!

The red of your eyes tells me you've been drinking
You fool, no amount of whiskey can drown what you're feeling
To stretch out my hand I'm wishing so as to keep you from sinking,
However at the top of mine voice, to shout "KARMA" feels more appealing

Not that for you I feel no sympathy,
No, trust me truly I do
Jus' that I'm constantly reminded of your once upon a time lack of empathy
The destruction that came to others by your own hand, do you have a clue?