The impact of a turning table Sound of suspense pronounced Call for help, voice disabled Rung dry of every ounce I am a rash labeled and diminished I am a layer of haste misrepresented Soft, faint, sick and weak Bruised by the tongue dug in my cheek I am why God is embarrassed of his image Dancing for rain Don't see a drop If the ground won't sustain Strike a match, burn the crop Petrified, nothing to sow or provide What if this is all that I amount to? Just enough to disappoint you A ceiling I know I can reach But I still can't break through (still can't break through) What if this is all that I ever amount to? Sterilized Sterilized No option left but to hide Soft, faint, sick and weak Soft, faint, sick and weak I'm soft, faint, sick and weak Counting the days 'til I'm obsolete I am a spill Seeping through the pressure cracks Swallowing a bitter pill But the medicine still won't react Rung dry of every ounce Disfigured and empty No option but to hide When the fragile all resemble me What if this is all that I amount to? More than enough to disappoint you Trying to fit where I don't belong If I make a sound, I make it wrong What if this is all that I am? Soft, faint, sick and weak Soft, faint, sick and weak I'm soft, faint, sick and weak Soft, faint, sick and weak, fuck The architect of my own deceit Reason is no match for pain And I'm definitely not any match for mine Not even close