I don’t know how to sit still
An act of violence conducted by free will
Well, I’ll answer all of your questions
I look at your face and try to gauge your expression
Into the god of the angular
I am the which one of these things is
Not like the others
And I’m gonna give you my voice
Yeah I’m gonna give you my voice
I know that nothing comes free
I weigh the cost and the reaction that comes to me
Oh, I could die for want of affection
But I’d die in the sun
Hoping everyone
Would look in my direction
Into the god of the angular
I am the which one of these things is
Not like the other
And I’m gonna give you my voice
Yeah I’m gonna give you my voice
Yeah I’m gonna give you my voice
Yeah I’m gonna give you my voice