I was changing shape to fit the box

I was changing shape to fit the frame

I was changing shape to fit the gown

I was changing shape to fit the town

Over time there was nothing left for my shape to connect to

My shadow blazed past mystery faces

So I called to my soul

To take control

So I called to my soul

To take control

I won't change my shape to fit the box

I won't change my shape to fit the frame

Calling far beyond words where truth is absurd

Where nature is the primary concern

When the call is made it can't be ignored

When the call is made it can't be ignored

I won't change my shape to fit the gown

I won't change my shape to fit the town

I was burrowing tunnels through skeletal walls

Through the muscles of rock

Through the soil of thought

Through times of transition when there's no clear position

Through times of restraint when there's nothing but pain

When the past returns again and again and again

I won't change my shape to fit the box

I won't change my shape to fit the frame

I won't change my shape to fit the gown

I won't change my shape to fit the town