My Medusa

I'm gutless, your footprints tattooed in my skin and I'm tired,

It's worthless, stuck in a cell and I can't win, so tired.

And suddenly I've nothing left to sacrifice,

My friends, they tell me it's a sin.

Drag my Medusa from her throne, I'm growing sick of this abuse,

My social life encased in stone, authority not her's to use.

I'm sorry, no buckets left of piss for you to take, I can't lie.

So trust me, there's no unwritten rules that I could break, I wouldn't lie.

Advantage in an open door, now I can leave, attempt to live,

You'd think I'd care a little more, but I can't find a fuck to give.