I'm the mobster, I'm the creature
That makes you keep this from me
I'm the master of disaster, yeah (yeah, yeah)

I'm the one who can't be [bad word] 
My intentions questioned daily
Fighting over a (beginning with "st") soul (yeah, yeah)

Hey, I just don't know what to say
When you got this fingertip stuck in my face
Black or white, had enough of the games
Turn my back, now watch me walk away
Walk away, walk away, I am not your cover
I want this over!

You're the artist, who paints a picture
You're on display for the world to see
regular alle , not on our defense see

You're the writer, who writes a poem
If it rhymes, then I'm certain it must be [bad word] 
Who am I to question your authority? (yeah)

Hey, I just don't know what to say
When you got this fingertip stuck in my face
Black or white, had enough of the games
Turn my back, now watch me walk away
Walk away, walk away, I am not your cover
I want this over!

Fall through the crack, and it shoves me
Why it shoves me, and I scream for my life
While you kill me, and you 
I am not your cover, I want this over

Hey, I just don't know what to say
When you got this fingertip stuck in my face
Black or white, had enough of the games
Turn my back, now watch me walk away
Walk away, walk away, I am not your cover
I want this over! (over, over)
Over! (over, over)