[Verse 1: Mitch Burgess]

Within a restricted idea

Trapped beneath the weight of influence

A shape emerges, limited in its freedom to move

Though certain of its freedom to choose

We stack inerasable moments

Convincing ourselves to climb

But true heights we hide from others

Out of fear of being left behind

[Verse 2: Court Walters & Mitch Burgess]

Pleading that my range of needs

Goes further than what is expected of me

The master, the maker, the slave and the breaker

Do I decide for myself what's becoming of me?

Am I designing or observing the lie?

Conducting the sequences I'll never see

The master and the maker

The sequences I'll never see

The giver and the taker

[Verse 3: Mitch Burgess]

I need to seek my own desires

(What if you had gone an alternate direction?)

Decide for myself what is precious

(And you need more than what you have to make it through)

I need to seek my own desires

To block out the voices holding back my conviction

[Outro: Mitch Burgess]

Within a restricted idea, I'm trapped beneath tightening skin

A shape emerges, limited in its freedom

Within a restricted idea, I'm trapped beneath tightening skin

A shape emerges, limited in its freedom