My bones don't click in place when i sit on the machine 
Not as of late do i integrate, scarcely say what i mean 
This thing was built with one of my ribs 
I was there when it was given a name 
But I've been overpowered by those who took it away 
It doesn't even look the same 
Those hired in to intervene and supervise it's size 
Do plot against the weakened will before the weak ones realize 
I found it's bones in my backyard, i put them on display 
I set it up with leering eyes and gave it a voice to say: 

"I am just the voice of one who's greater than this 
But I am still a sacred voice, I will not be dismissed" 

The bones still look out on my yard 
Though the pieces are taken apart 
They paint it colors i can't stand but they will not touch it's heart 
They stick tacky ornaments on it and they sell it to the kids 
I can barely stand to see it now 
But there's still a voice in it 
When i answer to the one who gave the bones to me 
I want to say i cared for them, and say it honestly 
Those closest to me take it away and twist it out of shape 
But the voice within still rattles the bones 
The voice still resonates 

"I am just the voice of one who's greater than this 
But I am still a sacred voice, I will not be dismissed" 

"I am just the voice of one who's greater than this 
But I am still a sacred voice, I will not be dismissed" 

"I am just the voice of one who's greater than this 
But I am still a sacred voice, I will not be dismissed" 

"I am just the voice of one who's greater than this 
But I am still a sacred voice, I will not be dismissed" 

"I am just the voice of one who's greater than this 
But I am still a sacred voice, I will not be dismissed" 

"I am just the voice of one who's greater than this 
But I am still a sacred voice, I will not be dismissed, 
I will not be dismissed"