Break the code of silence 
Forget your conscience 
And baby, you'll be fine 
Grab a book of matches, 
Half empty gas can 
And get these hands untied 
You made me who 
I am Blame it all on the process, darling 
Draw my blood from the stone 
Sorry about the mix up, sweetie 
But this had to be said 
You made me who 
I am Lift your broken posture 
Reset your shoulder 
And plant you in the soil 
I recall the moment 
When our first ? 
Your twisted limbs recoiled 
You made me who 
I am Blame it all on the process, darling 
Draw my blood from the stone 
Sorry about the mix up, sweetie 
But this had to be said 
You made me who 
I am You think you've seen the worst of me 
Well, think again 
You made me who 
I am Your body slumps over that hole 
I dug for a whim 
You made me who 
I am You made me who 
I am Break the code of silence 
Forget your conscience 
And baby, you'll be fine 
Grab a book of matches, 
Half empty gas can 
And get these hands untied 
You made me who 
I am, oh Blame it all on the process, darling 
Draw my blood from the stone (drop of blood from the stone) 
Sorry about the mix up, sweetie 
But this had to be said 
You made me who 
I am You think you've seen the worst of me 
Well, think again (You made me who I am) 
Your body slumps over that hole 
I dug for a whim 
You made me who 
I am You made me who 
I am