Should I have believed I was still a boy   Naive and sane, protected wholly   Tongue-tied and restless   Breathing of futures   Know me; I am not a child   'Though you have age   You have not felt the pain...   Should I have remained obedient and docile   So far restrained   The hands that hold me back   Could break my bones   As each one snaps   I hate my home   Far on my way   I should know, I was born here   Know me   Am I just some fool? Am I far from ready?   Just let me fall and I'll believe you.   Chained up and pampered I strain until I crack   Know me before you kill what I want to be   And leave me cold   Bled white   And feeling old   Far on my way   I should know, I was born here   Know me--know all I am   Far on my way   I was cold then I exploded   Know me...