Who owns the face inside the window?   Who holds the key to your soul   I don't care for the state I'm in   From deep down inside I feel it begin   Who holds the key to your soul?      I met a lamp and a man with a silvercup   Lamb has a grievance, wants to take it up with him   Lamb lies face down, Trampled in the pavement   There's still no reason to criticize   It's all here in black and white   Lay down the law so he can victimize the pack   You won't drag me down      All aboard the future, as he held in his hands   Pennies for the chosen but what about the lamb?   If you got something human that's still stiring inside   I hope it squeezes your heart so fuckin'' tight   That it gives you time to uncloud your eyes   If it don't you still wont drag me down