| I keep clawing at my ears and they keep on ringing | |
| I keep filling them with dirt and still they go on singing | |
| Where are you going and where have you been? | |
| The voice, it wants to leap from me or take me from within | |
| But I am not a robot and I am not a slave | |
| I will not lick the feet of it that begs me to behave | |
| I wrap the sound in silence until it cannot breathe | |
| And trade the singing in for something horrible that suits me | |
| Because I am my own, because I will decide | |
| To pry apart the hinges that keep me blank | |
| And waiting on the outside | |
| It's easy to hear this voice, it's easy to turn it off | |
| It's easy to make this choice, it's easy to turn yourself off | |
| It's easy to hear this voice, it's easy to turn it off | |
| It's easy to make this choice, it's easy to turn yourself off | |
| I?m becoming something that I need to be | |
| To bury this ringing in something deep and dark inside me | |
| And in its place I hear a whisper powerful and new | |
| Sweetly singing in my ear, ?Do whatever you want to? | |
| It's easy to hear this voice, it's easy to turn it off | |
| It's easy to make this choice, it's easy to turn yourself off | |
| It's easy to hear this voice, it's easy to turn it off | |
| It's easy to make this choice, it's easy to turn yourself off | |
| It's easy to hear this voice, it's easy to turn it off | |
| It's easy to make this choice, it's easy to turn yourself off | |
| It's easy to hear this voice, it's easy to turn it off | |
| It's easy to make this choice, it's easy to turn yourself off |