I'm not a faceless, not a racist, not a faction
I'm not a whore, wanting more, I'm not a fraction
I'm not your teacher, not your preacher, not your hometown
I'm not unable, on your table, not your background
I'm not obtuse, or some excuse, I'm not an open door
I'm not your killer, got my filler, now I want some more
I'm not a lover to another, not a stereotype
I'm not a rock through your window on a cold night
I'm not a book, I'm not an opus, not an artist
I'm not a painter, not a poet on your shortlist
They're trying to get you, trying to keep you, trying to pin you down
Another gun under the table and a long walk home