It's tile in kitchen, a cut incision,
How painful is our hate.
Did you mistake me for a friend, for a...
Wooden table, a child's ladle?
Surprised at what you've learned.
It seems you have earned what you control,
What you control, what you control, what you control.

Well we all belong somewhere,
It seems we all belong right here.
Yeah, we all belong to something, my dear.
What better something than our fear?
I left through our kitchen window,
Cut my foot along the way.
Saw my skin turn from red to yellow.
And my pupils turn stone grey.

'cause it's tile in kitchen, a deep incision,
How painful is our fate.
Did you mistake me for a friend, for a friend, for a...
Bright new morning, a childhood story,
A memory I never ever had?
Or are you still mad about who you are?
About who you are, about who you are,
About who you are.