who do you think you are trying so hard to make that stitch but it s not made that way who do you think you are your life s set in stone no room for adjustment no room for growth moss on a stone your cover s blown who do you think i am i don t care what you say i don t work for you you have no clue of my goals or aspirations who do you think i am i m not a corporate man no need to make amends closer to the fence i am the patient spider in your web the sniper with my sight set on you since does anybody care does anybody care eyes trying in the glare does anybody really care 