Givin’ up the burden I’ve always been dependent on Brings me back the murder I’d given up when I was born Trackin’ down the pulses took myself to that lousy fear Now I’m back again and now I seem to be real
Watching me Riding free Never gonna bring me back to me Listing me Setting free Never gonna let me be me
No one’s a hypocrite; all of a sudden I realized my absolute incompleteness and insecurity leaking out of my fingertips
Now I’m getting back what I own, what I’ve known, what has been gone All I’ve lost was not supposed to be, so you CHOP! CHOP! Now I’m getting back what I own, what I’ve known, what has been gone All I’ve lost was not supposed to be, so you CHOP! GO!
Light is never on without my ashes without my strain Putrid game is never on without the money and pain Still confused with what I am and with what I’m bout to be ‘Stopped, ‘stuck, ‘fucked up – that’s all not about me!
Watching me Riding free Never gonna bring me back to me Listing me Setting free Never gonna let me be me