| Regress | |
| Go back to move forward | |
| You're not alone | |
| We're dragging you along | |
| Buy new ones and tie them on | |
| We wear strings and we make them sing | |
| Now strap these on | |
| We're only pushing ourselves this far | |
| As far as we want | |
| We cannot rest! | |
| We must progress! | |
| And I beg "Sing for me! Sing for me!" | |
| And they only vibrate for me | |
| How I long for more skillful hands | |
| With fingers that naturally do the dance | |
| But you cannot intimidate me | |
| Though you tie me up with all these strings | |
| But I cannot breathe through these strings | |
| No, I cannot breathe | |
| Progress | |
| You have to move forward | |
| We won't sit still | |
| We expect the same of you | |
| Buy new ones and tie them on |