Ché

You want to hurt me
To make me feel what you feel
You want to tear me
Till I bleed at the seam

You're so sick of what you live under
You take it to extremes
So sick of what you waste
That you can't even dream

But I know it's the picture you're after
You want to trap me
Like a fly on the wall
Then you call me useless
For finding the cause
You're so tired of all you left hidden
It falls into obscene
So tired of all the haste
And what you could have been
I'm not your slave
You're not my master
But I know it's the picture you're after
This is all I need to know