My bones don't click in place when i sit on the machine 

Not as of late do i integrate, scarcely say what i mean 

This thing was built with one of my ribs 

I was there when it was given a name 

But I've been overpowered by those who took it away 

It doesn't even look the same 

Those hired in to intervene and supervise it's size 

Do plot against the weakened will before the weak ones realize 

I found it's bones in my backyard, i put them on display 

I set it up with leering eyes and gave it a voice to say: 


"I am just the voice of one who's greater than this 

But I am still a sacred voice, I will not be dismissed" 


The bones still look out on my yard 

Though the pieces are taken apart 

They paint it colors i can't stand but they will not touch it's heart 

They stick tacky ornaments on it and they sell it to the kids 

I can barely stand to see it now 

But there's still a voice in it 

When i answer to the one who gave the bones to me 

I want to say i cared for them, and say it honestly 

Those closest to me take it away and twist it out of shape 

But the voice within still rattles the bones 

The voice still resonates 


"I am just the voice of one who's greater than this 

But I am still a sacred voice, I will not be dismissed" 


"I am just the voice of one who's greater than this 

But I am still a sacred voice, I will not be dismissed" 


"I am just the voice of one who's greater than this 

But I am still a sacred voice, I will not be dismissed" 


"I am just the voice of one who's greater than this 

But I am still a sacred voice, I will not be dismissed" 


"I am just the voice of one who's greater than this 

But I am still a sacred voice, I will not be dismissed" 


"I am just the voice of one who's greater than this 

But I am still a sacred voice, I will not be dismissed, 

I will not be dismissed"