Crushed and held hostage in my head My dreams left locked behind close doors And those following the signal gone dry That turned into forgotten sounds and goodbyes Leaving no echo behind Power it up with a gun With some love and a rope Round his neck just for fun Flattery worn, fickle doubt Shaking off, drag it out Sparks collect, put them out Crowd pleasing untie Block out the sound screaming so loud So if you're loosing the impulse to try Then you should take away the resume and retire Shake off, drag off and creep out From the roof of my mouth, Hear the words forming there Five years or more come around And return to the sounds of a strange formula It's just a strange formula Return to the sound From the roof of my mouth Shake it off, drag it out Return to the sound