I count the rent in scars in the fluorescent hour, a jaw unclenches and the room starts breathing power. Soap hands and cheap cologne, a counterfeit grace — I wore my life like a name tag pinned to my face. You are not your khakis, not the car that you drive, not the watch, not the wallet, not the way you survive. On a long enough timeline everybody drops to zero, so I'm done being furniture, done being a hero. You don't get to own me — (you don't get to own me!) the floor went bare and the skin went thin; every borrowed rule started caving in — so let it burn, let it fall, put your faith in me! Follow me! (Follow me!) Out of the cage that you built — break free! Follow me! (Follow me!) This is your life, and it's ending — can't you see? Follow me! (Follow me!) Drop what you own before it owns you — bleed! Follow me! (Follow me!) Down to the bottom where the dead get free! Basement air, bad blood, knuckles, prayers and ash, a white flag made of paper torn up in a flash. Hit me hard as you can, I want to feel alive, I never lived a day till I was ready to die. We learned the shape of want by the taste of the bruise — no halo on the ceiling, just a pulse we choose. We're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world, middle children of history with the flag unfurled. You don't get to own me — (you don't get to own me!) the floor went bare and the skin went thin; every borrowed rule started caving in — so let it burn, let it fall, put your faith in me! Follow me! (Follow me!) Out of the cage that you built — break free! Follow me! (Follow me!) This is your life, and it's ending — can't you see? Follow me! (Follow me!) Drop what you own before it owns you — bleed! Follow me! (Follow me!) Down to the bottom where the dead get free! You met me at a very strange time in my life… If I look at the wreckage, it looks like me — You're not special. You're not a beautiful snowflake. but the mirror lies harder than the body can speak. It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything. So I let the name burn, let the old self fall — in the smoke of that small room I could hear it all — so let — it — GO! Follow me! (Follow me!) Out of the cage that you built — break free! Follow me! (Follow me!) This is your life, and it's ending — can't you see? Follow me! (Follow me!) Drop what you own before it owns you — bleed! Follow me! (Follow me!) Down to the bottom where the dead get free! Follow me… into the fire… and be free! This is your life… and it's ending one minute at a time…
