Imagine a sea of screens Watching Judging Hating Anything they see Then pan to a shot of me Questioning everything Get out If it means you'll be happy It's a brand you burnt into my back A blistered reminder of why I'm where I am Twist my arms As much as you're twisting my words I don't think I'm the horse you want to bet on Or a person to have faith in I just filled in the dotted line Now I'll hide behind the paint Get out If it means you'll be happy It's a brand you burnt into my back A blistered reminder of why I'm where I am Twist my arms As much as you're twisting my words There's no way I could make anyone happy I'm callous from how this has rubbed off on me It's not as hard as you'd think Being made out of stone I wish I had this poetic poise An articulate finesse I'm too clumsy And the words escape me I'm hazy And any passing thought can displace me It's a brand you burnt into my back A blistered reminder of why I'm where I am Twist my arms As much as you're twisting my words