I find myself surrounded by shade
trying to grab that rusty blade
of the knife put in my back by my friends
cause it seems I’m paying, for their sins

those people on whom you’d suppose to rely
those people for whom you were willing to die
have they always worn a disguise
or is it because they don’t realise

I can’t get away, I can’t hide
they’re coming at me from every side
trying to find a solution for themselves
not knowing they might hurt somebody else

just when I was prepared to lay down my guard
that’s when they broke my heart
I simply can’t say that I don’t care
now I once again get my share

you hear things you don’t want to know
you ask yourself, what is part of the show
how can it have gotten this unjust
certainly with people you’d use to trust

as I have been knocked down for several times
I will not be held responsible for their crimes
when I ask myself why’d they throw me down so deep
that’s when I long for that eternal sleep