Playing God

I can't make my own decisions

Or make any with precision

Well maybe you should tie me up

So I don't go where you don't want me

You say that I've been changing

Well I'm not just simply aging

Yeah how could that be logical

Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat whoa

Oh you don't have to believe me

But the way I way I see you

Next time you point your finger

I might have to bend it back and break it break it off

Next time you point the finger

I'll point you to the mirror

If god's the game that you're playing

Well we must get more acquainted

Because it has to be so lonely

To be the only one who's holy

It's just my humble opinion

But it's one that I believe in

You don't deserve a point of view

If the only thing you see is you

Oh you don't have to believe me

But the way I way I see it

Next time you point the finger

I might have to bend it back or break it break it off

Next time you point the finger

I'll point you to the mirror

This is the last second chance

I'm half as good as it gets

I'm on both sides of the fence

Without a hint of regret

I hold you to it

I know you don't believe me

But the way I way I see it

Next time you point

The finger

I might have to bend it back or break it break it off

Next time you point the finger

I'll point you to the mirror

I know you won't believe me

But the way I way I see it

Next time you point the finger

I might have to bend it back or break it break it off

Next time you point the finger

I'll point it to the mirror