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...