The sun is getting lower The air turns slightly crisper Your warmth is leaving my body I hate the sound of fading Can't stand the shape you're drawing Surprised to see us still mortal But I am not afraid to let go I am so sorry to hear that Your holy war is over Just when you decided to fight Something cold and shallow Found its home in your wiring Hard wiring can be so lethal But I am not afraid to let go It turns me over and over But I feel freedom coming on. Do you wish I was more fragile? Do you want to break me? Do you wish I was more pliable? Do you want to bend me? Do you wish I was more fragile? Do you want to break me? Do you wish I was more pliable? Do you want to change my shape?