O', a ten ton brick is making me sick
Breaking my bones with the weight of it
Weight would grow with each new soul
Buried fine lies make big black holes

And who am I supposed to be?
Not like you give a fuck about me but
Who am I supposedly, when I'm finally done?

'Cause I'm finally done with the decisions of
My former thoughts and all that I'm made of
Yea, I'm finally done with the description, O'
And I don't mind saying I'm to blame

When Atlas slipped I lost my grip
Yet I didn't think it could turn into this
But I was told by two sweet crows:
'Nobody feels what nobody knows'

And who am I supposed to be
If everything good was taken from me?
And who am I supposed to be? I was overcome

But I'm finally done with the divisions of
My former thorns with who I may have loved
I'm finally done with the dissension, O'
And I don't mind saying I'm to blame

O' this ten ton brick would treat me like shit
This little piggy licked all those lips, yea
And so defined who threw aside, but won't encumber me

'Cause I'm finally done with the position of
My former thorns and all that it may have cost
I'm finally done with the decisions, love
Now I don't mind saying you're to blame

When you move, you move me
You move, you move me, yeah

Nothing comes from nothing
It must mean something in the end
Justify the means I need to break you
Need to hate you, need to take this back

But taking is like giving if you're at the other end
I won't pretend to know your feelings
I could never break the chain

I command you to move