They Will Throw Us to the Wolves - Empire! Empire! (I Was a Lonely Estate)

Your hands are broken, but you

Wouldn’t cry out so we tore your heart apart

Should I thought of you with sadness

Such a small, small price to pay

You should have known better

Or I have never known wrong

You should (?)

Had no choice, no choice

I’ll answer

You told me,

«It's never enough to stay still.»

I thought you’d be proud of me

Should I spell it out, spell it out?

No

You’ll never be good enough

So I’m getting out, getting out