Instability, insecurity
Post-determination, a host of adaptations
When will I be set free?
When will I be set free?
When will I be set free?
When will I?
CHORUS:
The world as it stands
Alone, and disposable
My own, as I know
Has left me vulernable
And this state, I cannot bear
It's purely unacceptable
I was raised to be a man
Not to be so susceptable
Instability, insecurity
Post-determination, a host of adaptations
Once you get used to... once you've grown accustomed to...
It opens you up... it makes another incision
[chorus]
I've become nothing more
Than a disposable man
Easily discarded, and
This world don't give a damn
They'll turn and slap your face
When you start to shed a tear
They'd just as soon run
Whenever you call them near
[chorus x2]