I am the prodigy of decadence
I am the thief with blood-red hands
I am a bull with morality
Breaking china with all of my friends

Part of me wants perfection
the other doesn't need blue tape
I believe I was born to have direction
but I've got scribbles on my pages

Somebody's in me singing, "Oh, break free of your cages!
I'm not just the Charon of the new age soul, I want more than your wages!"
So I'll pour my heart out, all that I can, through the cracks
Singing, "I am the broken man!"

Sometimes I open up the music box
To see what magic makes the tunes
The pins are shiny but the gears are not
Which item is of more use?

Adrift in the ocean, just a man about to drown
My answers to questions just don't give me any ground
I need to remember I was lost but now I'm found
I was noise, now I am sound
I am sound, I am sound, I am sound!