I keep clawing at my ears   And they keep ringing   I keep filling them with dirt   And still they go on singing   "Where are you going?   Where have you been?"   The voice, it wants to leap from me   Or take me from within      But I am not a robot   And I am not a slave   I will not lick the feet of it   That begs me to behave      I wrap the sound in silence   Until it cannot breathe   And trade the singing in   For something horrible that suits me   Because I am my own   Because I will decide   To pry apart the hinges   That keep me blank   And waiting on the outside      It’s easy to hear this voice   It’s easy to turn it off   It's easy to make this choice   It's easy to turn yourself off      I am becoming something   That I need to be   To bury this ringing   In something deep and dark inside me   And in its place I hear   A whisper powerful and new   Singing sweetly in my ear   “Do whatever you want to.”