Pieces - Dark new Day

Into the one you want, into the one you need you bend and…

(Break me!)

You watch me separate myself from who I really am

To fit into your plan

You’re cutting me in two

And ripping me in three

You’re killing with those words you say to me

You’re cutting me in two

And ripping me in three

How many pieces can you take from me?

Take from me

(Take, take, take… take it!!)

Whatever’s left is only following routine and…

(Fake it!)

And give in to the thoughts that being bought is what I am

To fit into your plan

The wheels they turn for you, a deity for two

Holding on it’s true, won’t bring it back again

They way you look, my friend—it's closer to the end

I’m holding out a hand to bring it back again

(Cut down, you cut me up again!

Cut down, you cut me down!)

How many pieces can you take from me?