"Left in the hands of desperate fortune
My father rides the rails away from me
Hiding in the corner of your affluence
Stand like a statue but fall away from me
Conniving in the company of acrobats
That bend and shape only on your command
Contriving all the things you say the things that I won't hear
To overcome the obligation just the way you planned
But I swear to your face
this will be the last time
I let you get away with it
right before my eyes
and I will speak the word,
the one I never could before
I will speak it right into your eyes
Father, don't you see my spirit
lodged inside your soul
As you make the rounds
of any disappointed fool?
And father, so deliberately
your temperature grows cold
But I will not buckle under
and I will not follow through
I swear to your face
this will be the last time
I let you get away with it
right before my eyes
and I will speak the word,
the one I never could before
I will speak it right into your eyes"
