Crushed creations paralyze
Before I see them in front of my eyes
That frustration satisfies

Separation from current time
I'll become whatever I like
You can't tell me my voice is mine

Battle ready, I stumble
Crushed creations I crumble
Take my pencil out of my hand I'll be free of this

Ripping paper at my will
Couldn't time stand a little less still
Ripping paper to catch that thrill

Only ready when ready strikes
Octahedrons under my soles
You could tell me this plot's got holes

Battle ready, I stumble
Crushed creations I crumble
Take my pencil out of my hand I'll be free, oh
Crushed creations so unknown
'Till the light of the sun's shown
Take my pencil out of my hand I'll be free, oh
Free to go...