A pebble dropped into my head, annoying insignificant, with words come ripples there instead
Towering tidal waves, is it my turn to cry cast a cold or blind eye, to reality magnetized
So take your pop-up books and blue prints in my head, I am not shaken I am not your
Gingerbread man, I am not your, gingerbread man
Mechanical comprehension make 14 shades of gray, with many numbers come many numb heads where ripples play, is it my turn to cry cast a cold or blind eye, to reality magnetized
So take pop-up books and blue prints in my head, I am not shaken, I am not your gingerbread man
Chorus
All I have is my
All I have is my broken mold
Can not take away