(Chorus) I'm tired of being the man Who keeps his feelings locked inside For once I'm giving in To the voices in my mind I'm tired of being tamed I want to start wallin' out For every move I make I feel my conscience falling down Watch the boy who Doesn't come to After playing games But who can blame these Entertaining Machines that wash our brains (Chorus) Metal Portions Next to Organs Will always win the War They blow through the seams Making piercings Through the very core Hey you're not so tough Now you're pretty lying down