“Get back up, what are you waiting for this time?" I’m over playing with this plight But I’m still handcuffed, ball-gagged, facedown to the floor And I’m waiting while I’m hating what I’m waiting for It’s time to take ahold of what belongs to me It’s time to walk away with no apologies These voices in the mirror start quietly And now they’re screaming back at me Don’t back down Holding on until my hands and mind are bleeding This is my birthright I’m so sick of feeling like I’m helpless This is over tonight Don’t back up, your ass is to the wall again and Aren’t you sick of wasting so much time? And yes it’s true you’re a fool if you think you were born To be waiting while you’re hating what you’re waiting for How could have I been so earthbound with my heart in the depths and my face in the ground? it’s time to uproot myself and move on How could have I been making sound When my mouth and my lungs had both fused to the ground? it’s time to uproot myself and move on The voices in my head have all begun to sing (the voices in your head have all begun to sing) and they sure as hell hope I am listening (I sure as hell hope you are listening)