On A String I Was Held. The Way That I Move, Can You Tell?

My Actions Are Orchestrated From Above. So I Swing And I Sway.

Wave My Hand. Kick My Leg. And It Is Always Right With The Music.

"Until All That Swinging Starts To Make You Sick"

For A Song I Was Bought. Now I Lie When I Talk With A Careful Eye On The Cue Card.

Onto A Stage, I Was Pushed With My Sorrow Well Rehearsed.

So Give Me All Your Pity And Your Money. Now.

"We Used To Think That Sound Was Something Pure"

If I Could Act Like This Was My Real Life And Not Some Cage Where I've Been Placed,

Then, I Could Tell You The Truth Like I Used To And Not Be Afraid Of Sounding Fake.

Now All That Anyone Is Listening For Are The Mistakes.

In A House, By Myself, I Hear The Ice Start To Melt And Watch Rooftops Weep For The Sunlight.

And I Know What Must Change. Fuck My Face. Fuck My Name.

They Are Brief And False Advertisements For A Soul I Don't Have.

Something True I Have Lacked And Spent My Whole Life Trying To Make Up For.

But I Found In A Song And In The People I Love. They Will Lift Me Up Out Of Darkness.

Now My Door Stands Open. I Am Inviting Everyone In. We Will Drink.

We Will Laugh Until The Morning Comes. That Is What We Are Going To Do.