Hold my head up
Right foot back
Take my hands down
Shake my back
Pull my strings
And cut my rope
Rattle my frame
And shatter my ghost
And if I can't get back in line
They're gonna break me down
Till the broad day [bad word] through

Breathe [bad word] alive
Give me a reason to feel

Take my eyes and
Paint my bones
Drill my brain
All full of holes
And patch it up before it leaks
These [bad word] two by three
And if I catch the master's hands
I'm gonna spend my days
On a discount revelry

Breathe [bad word] alive
Give me a reason to feel