Hold me down.
What is this about?
Rape my mind as you've
violated by body.
Nothing left to hope for.
Nothing left to hide from.
Naked and cut open wide
for all your world to see.
No weapon left to fight with.
No place here left to run to.
Wherever I go, whoever I become
you always seem to find me.
I don't have to accept this,
and I know you have no right.
How could I go on knowing
where this is all headed?
How could I ever hope to escape
if I knew I was a part of it?
Hold the sides of my head
read me like an open book
like a message in a bottle
buried in the sands of time.
Hold the sides of my head
link up behind my crying eyes
read the voluminus leaflets
locked in the safe inside my mind.
Been documenting the downfall
as I wander in and out of this skin
like a non-corporeal vagabond
stuck on the outside looking in
but I don't want this
not for me, not for them
I can't swallow this
yet I can't spit it out
and I don't want this
but nothing's written in stone
I can't just sit here waiting
for the breakdown
I've got to believe that
nothing is inevitable
your dream is my nightmare
but my dream is not quite dead
so I can only hope you choke on
the hope I cradle inside my head.
What is this about?
Rape my mind as you've
violated by body.
Nothing left to hope for.
Nothing left to hide from.
Naked and cut open wide
for all your world to see.
No weapon left to fight with.
No place here left to run to.
Wherever I go, whoever I become
you always seem to find me.
I don't have to accept this,
and I know you have no right.
How could I go on knowing
where this is all headed?
How could I ever hope to escape
if I knew I was a part of it?
Hold the sides of my head
read me like an open book
like a message in a bottle
buried in the sands of time.
Hold the sides of my head
link up behind my crying eyes
read the voluminus leaflets
locked in the safe inside my mind.
Been documenting the downfall
as I wander in and out of this skin
like a non-corporeal vagabond
stuck on the outside looking in
but I don't want this
not for me, not for them
I can't swallow this
yet I can't spit it out
and I don't want this
but nothing's written in stone
I can't just sit here waiting
for the breakdown
I've got to believe that
nothing is inevitable
your dream is my nightmare
but my dream is not quite dead
so I can only hope you choke on
the hope I cradle inside my head.
