So you're the fucking tin man? If you only had
A heart Your eyes are rusted shut, too caught
Up in yourself to start letting down your guard,
Or trying to discard your insulation You got
Fired before you could retire or hand in your
Resignation

You better she'd your skin, man, or this is going
To get more frustrating Inhale, exhale, repeat
But you're still asphyxiating

The ice is getting thin You better watch where
You're stepping or you might fall in It's no sin
(and this is where the strings come in) All this
Pretending is wearing thing

We don't know where to start
We shut down with the intent to prevent things
From falling apart

We won't fall apart