Why do I sense, benevolence
You stand tall at my great expense
Thick words of gratitude, what a price to pay
Stuck in my throat, I sell every word I say

But I don't want your charity
Twisting me round
I don't want your charity
Keeping me down...

Why does your world keep burying
Gorging much deeper, than it's ever [bad word] still harder, salt on my hurt
Licking my burns while I grovel in your dirt

But I don't want your charity
Twisting me round
I don't want your charity
Keeping me down...

You pity me with your tasteless gestures
Gratitude for kind
But your bludgeoned, intentioned objectives
Are [bad word] with my mind, [bad word] with my mind

But I don't want your charity
Twisting me round
I don't want your charity
Keeping me down...

But I don't want your charity
Twisting me round
I don't want your charity
Keeping me down...