This Is F***ing Ecstasy Say Anything

I'm sprinting yet I stride
My satchel filled with files
The secrets of the tribe
The cameras follow me for miles

Born a slave in 1984
I discovered that my life is just a record they performed
A maze where I was placed
Tell me what you think of this one
Tell me what you think of this one

'Cause now I've sold you out
(Erase me, erase me I'm done)
Now that there's no doubt
(My feet find the freeway, I run)
Now I've called you out
Now I've sold you out

They strapped me to the roof
And cut right through me
Diggin' through my wounds
I watched them helplessly and choke
Where are my pills, where is my former lover?
I've been betrayed by everyone I know, don't blow my feeble cover

So tell me what you think of this one
Tell me what you think of this gun