Pieces-Dismember

Make me Into the one you want, into the one you need you bend and Break me You watch me separate myself from who I really am To fit into your plan You're cutting me in two And ripping me in three You're killing with those words you say to me You're cutting me in two And ripping me in three How many pieces can you take from me Take it Whatever's left is only following routine and Fake it And give in to the thoughts that being bought is what I am To fit into your plan [Chorus] The wheels they turn for you, a deity for two. Holding on it's true, won't bring it back again. They way you look my friend it's closer to the end. I'm holding out a hand to bring it back again. Cut down, you cut me up again. Cut down, you cut me down. [Chorus] By Wolfwood