You get no function in your foolish notion
When plans are lost but still they're set in motion
I see them flailing on some days
When nothing goes their way
I'm left no other choice
Break my hands I need a voice
Sever me with a burning plea
And left for all to see
I'll still be who I am
Now stop this tension of a larger question
We only seem the same when we're hanging in the frame
I don't recall taking on a different name
When I gave up my shame
I'm left no other choice
Break my hands I need a voice
Sever me with a burning plea
And left for all to see
I'll still be who I am