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