Who wants that perfect love story any way, anyway cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché who wants that hero love that saves the day, anyway cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché what about the bad guy goes good, yeah an innocent love un-misunderstood, yeah black hour glass, hour glass toast to...

Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it i'm headed straight for the castle they wanna make me their...