A pebble dropped into my head, annoying insignificant, with words come ripples there instead

Towering tidal waves, is it my turn to cry cast a cold or blind eye, to reality magnetized

So take your pop-up books and blue prints in my head, I am not shaken I am not your

Gingerbread man, I am not your, gingerbread man

Mechanical comprehension make 14 shades of gray, with many numbers come many numb heads where ripples play, is it my turn to cry cast a cold or blind eye, to reality magnetized

So take pop-up books and blue prints in my hеad, I am not shaken, I am not your gingerbread man

Chorus

All I havе is my

All I have is my broken mold

Can not take away