You don't own me
You don't own me or them
When the walls fall
Will you see it is the end
Blessed be the righteous hand
Firmly rising, gently squeezing
The voice out of
Hollow pleadings
And a mouth full of regret
You are struggling
You are everything you hate
You will neither win nor learn
Everything has got a price
And now that price is you
There's no escape
When you're spoiled
And fallen from grace
Sinking in the mire, quicksand of souls
And it makes us smile
Each grain's the grip of the ones you choked
And it makes us smile
Now take a breath
Take a slow deep breath
And see where you are
You have made it this far
Crawling you find what you're looking for
You're in denial
But begging for more
Sinking in the mire, quicksand of souls
And it makes us smile
Each grain's the grip of the ones you choked
And it makes us smile