Should i have believed i was still a boy
naive and sane, protected wholly
tongue-tied and restless
breathing of futures
know me; i am not a child
'though you have age
you have not felt the pain...
should i have remained obedient and docile
so far restrained
the hands that hold me back
could break my bones
as each one snaps
i hate my home
far on my way
i should know, i was born here
know me
am i just some fool? am i far from ready?
just let me fall and i'll believe you.
chained up and pampered i strain until i crack
know me before you kill what i want to be
and leave me cold
bled white
and feeling old
far on my way
i should know, i was born here
know me--know all i am
far on my way
i was cold then i exploded
know me...