| Oh neglect me my dear |
| My brambles grow thick in your absence |
| So next time you try to cut me down |
| Your blades will blunten on my branches |
| You wound the vice one turn too tight |
| Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me |
| You bent the bars one inch too far |
| Now they’re gaping I’m escaping, who needs a key? |
| I’m long gone |
| Oh insult me my dear |
| And like a sponge I’ll absorb |
| But when I’ve soaked all I can hold |
| On your head like a rain cloud I’ll pour |
| You wound the vice one turn too tight |
| Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me |
| You bent the bars one inch too far |
| Now they’re gaping I’m escaping, who needs a key? |
| I’m long gone |
| And you’re gonna cry like a mourner |
| And I’m done cowering in corners |
| Slowly and surely I’ll saw through your sordid sob stories |
| I’m long gone |
| You wound the vice one turn too tight |
| Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me |
| You bent the bars one inch too far |
| Now they’re gaping I’m escaping, who needs a key? |
| I’m long gone |