Stamp me out
Stretch my bones
But leave me with my heart intact
But leave me with a heart attack
Your mask has shown
Lift me up
Throw me out
My body cannot feel the pain
It holds itself inside my brain
And hides the dark

I’m holding on
My hands held tight
I’m holding on
My feet turned roots
Beneath the ground
I’m furniture
I’m holding on
My hands held on
I’m holding on
My feet turned roots
Beneath the ground
I’m furniture

Fix my heart
Stretch my bones
And keep me on the warmest track
But keep my lungs from turning black
Your mask has shown
Put me down
Let me out
My body is revealing pain
It’s emigrating from my brain
And in the dark

I’m holding on
My hands held tight
I’m holding on
My feet turned roots
Beneath the ground
I’m furniture

I’m holding on
My hands held on
I’m holding on
My feet turned roots
Beneath the ground
I’m furniture