Track Record (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Got a track record of just standing in the way

Clothes all filled with thorns, I wince my face

The irony of holding out my plate

To the hands that I have grown to know and hate

Got so many homes they're stretched apart

And my heavy set boots have helped me come quite far

As I wayfare my own soul across the lands

With my arms outstretched as I hope to lend a hand

But the echelons decide

Where we go and where we reside

But they can't control your stride

So get walking I'll hold the tide

Think I've got a little more time since catching on

And I'm feeling a little less shame like I belong

Sometimes I wish that I could leave myself alone

So I send my sense of self into these songs

Disassociate to feel like I can breathe

Not only do I start breathing

But I feel my mind set free

I think everyone's afraid to sit and see

That our thoughts slip past and you've got to let it be

But the echelons control

Your scope and how you're exposed

But if you cast away your role

You can claim back what society stole