I love an object, a singular thing
Carried beside me and flaunted for me
I know I'm not holy, just partially good
I've no time for my family, nor patience to brood
I want to be a great man,
A hero, a martyr, immortal I'd stand
But I haven't the guts to touch lepers or queers
So I'm happy to waste away time with you here
Should I have believed I was still a boy
Naïve 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 fast
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 and I exploded
Know me...
