Hanging by the thinnest of threads
Trying to secure a decent grip before you slash the line
Clearly, it's a futile act

Truth be told that's how I felt the whole time
Waiting for the verdict to fall
You're not fit to stay here

I knew it all along

Visibly, I cannot help

You were meant to $$#ure me so I did not stray
I felt it all along
Obviously, I cannot help it

You were meant to $$#ure me...

Can you recall?

Realise, with bitter hindsight
You were meant to applaud me, reassure me
Instead you slash the line

I knew it all along

Visibly, I cannot help

You were meant to $$#ure me so I did not stray
I felt it all along
Obviously, I cannot help it

You were meant to $$#ure me
My precious, my precious hell!