It’s in my rhythm, unrestrained
A picture portrait, turn my page
I’m irritated, waiting for a change

My totem pole to tyranny
To let it wreck and do to me
My everything and more are bled to drain

It’s in my terrified expression, I’m a masterpiece to start

So call the king and let him know
Found the records just to show
Wind me up and let me go
I’m in it just to win it, not to catch a rose

So pack your peanuts and your uglies
I’ll blow the world, you better tell me
Making peace with all my sides
I’m out of time, I’m out of mind, I’m out of bind


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