Chains

Every finger in the room is pointing at me

I wanna spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring

I got a bowling ball in my somach, I got a desert in my mouth

Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets

Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets

I've been raising up my hands - drive another nail in

Just what God needs, one more victim

Why do we crucify ourselves

Everyday I crucify myself

Nothing I do is good enough for you

Crucify myself

Everyday I crucify myself

And my heart is sick of being in chains

Got enough guilt to start my own religion...

Fragments from Tori Amos, Crucify, from the album "Little earthquakes", 1992.