Blame it, blame it, blame it on them
Blame all your defects misfortunes and pain - on them
Show them, impress them, prove your triumph Over sadness
You'll push them and push them until they admit it:
Your childhood was stolen, your grown life's affected
You've blossomed too soon and now you are rotten

You were born for this hunt
You were meant to find guilt
Aren't you happy yet,
Aren't you relieved?

Punish them, punish them, make them regret it
Your being's in question without their repentance
This might be your one chance for happiness these days
Your hunt is relentless, you've got nothing else  

You were born for this hunt
You were meant to find guilt
Aren't you happy yet,
Aren't you relieved?