when you hurt me it's grist for the mill,
it's just grist for the mill when they're coming to kill,
you push me around but i'm standing still
with my unstoppable will processing my grist.
*chorus* i know that you will be
begging to be
back where you were in relation to me*
i send you a cd and what do you care
you're just a radio station
busy playing dead air.
and then there's that girl
who thinks she's cool but she's really insane,
she's trying to cut me out
but she's playing my game