What to do? What to do?
There's just not enough of you
For everyone to take their bite
No leftovers of you for you tonight
For everyone his pound of flesh
At least the meat is rather fresh

Every trouble, every ache
I will take it on to me
Every problem needs its fix
I will take it on to me
For everyone and every need
I will take it on to me
Cause there is no room for ''I''
In this pseudo-tragedy

What to say, what to say
To make them all go away?
Demand upon demand upon request
You'd sell your soul just for a minute's rest
You're feeling dizzy, fighting for your breath
Your hand so firmly pressed against your chest
Your brain feels like it's gonna burst
Oozing self-sacrifice to quench their thirst

So, are you done? Are you done?
Self sufficiency for everyone
Once loyal subjects fishing on their own?
You're stranded on your altruistic throne
A self proclaimed defender of the weak
Another social corpse begins to reek