I too refuse that empty dream 

Born in caste with hope in hand 

Locked in cage and told to sing 

I’ll break the bars that break and bind me 

I choke on the words 

I can’t spit them out 

I choke on the words 

I’ll break your words before they suffocate me 

Your destruction ranks second to none 

Stepping on the weak. Always watching out for number one 

My flesh is ripped right off the bone 

to feed the mouths all but my own 

All but my own 

All but my own 

All but my own 

All but my own 

I choke on the words 

I can’t spit them out 

I choke on the words 

I’ll break your words before they suffocate me 

Flesh ripped from bone 

Flesh ripped from bone 

Flesh ripped from bone 

Flesh ripped from bone 

Flesh ripped from bone 

Flesh ripped from bone