Strung Out No Voice Of Mine
The wind is shifting, somethings different in the air.
I see it in the form of choices every where
and I've been asleep a lifetime just to wake in time to find
the voice that has been speaking for me is no voice of mine
Now you've just been spoken for
Now you've just been sold
My eyes fixated on the life I left behind,
a puppet dreams of being human
every time that a string gets pulled before you know, your dancin' to the lie
of someone elses vision of the perfect wasted life
Its in the way we never seem to get it right
a systematic form of bowin down and under,
and all we know is what we are, without the faith in who we are
So desperate
Somethin' here has gotta give and my instincts fill me with this dread,
that I've become what I'm tryin' to kill, that my appetite is my free will
There is no right, there is no wrong, There is only that is forever gone
Its in the way we never seem to get it right
a systematic form of bowin down and under,
and all we know is what we are, without the faith in who we are
So desperate
Now you've just been spoken for
Now you've just been sold
Now you've just been spoken for
