Kick me when I'm down
I'll be thanking you one day
Muted for the lack of consequences
Graduated from incarceration
A shell of my former self
Too full of dreams and a will to please
I'd sacrifice my conscience again and again
Finding out that what I am is never good enough to
Mould my frame to your ideal
Discard the flaws that offend you
Leave without a sense of me (without a sense of me)
Never thought I'd mourn such a loss
Now knowing what I know, hits me home
All the methods you tested
At the expense of a life
You claimed to make us strong
But not everyone survived
Witnessed the terrified subjects plead
Convinced they were only the weak
On the run to repair the scars on their souls
To grow back the skin they shed
Mould my frame to your ideal
Discard the flaws that offend you
Leave without a sense of me (without a sense of me)
Too full of dreams and a will to please
I'd sacrifice my conscience again and again
Finding out that what I am is never good enough (never good enough)
Not everyone survived
All the methods you tested
At the expense of a life
You claimed to make us strong
But not everyone survived
Too full of dreams and a will to please
I'd sacrifice my conscience again and again
Finding out that what I am is never good enough to
Mould my frame to your ideal
Discard the flaws that offend you
Leave without a sense of me
