verse 1 
E 
Reanimated, I awake awaiting 
                     A 
Mistakes I shouldn't make 
Born of bonds 
B  E 
 I wouldn't place, had I the choice 
                                     A 
On loyal limbs that dance these melodies 
From your voice 


[Refrão]
B   E 
 If you demand I fall 
            D                E 
How will I evolve beyond the pale 
A  A/B  C D  E 
Of your holy scrawl? 

verse 2 
   E 
It begs the question of intent to know 
                           A 
Or just observe your sycophants' deference 
B     E 
 Have we inherited the flaws of fumbling gods 
                              A 
Too small to stumble on their own 
          B 
Who never grow 
 

[Refrão]
   E 
If you demand we fall 
             D                E 
How will we evolve beyond the pale 
A  A/B  C D  E 
Of your holy sprawl? 

Ending 
            D 
What do you say to the suppliant ewe 
                                E7 
Suffering for little more than show? 
               D 
What will you find as you blindly grind 
                                 E7 
The gears of your invention to a halt? 
            D 
What better way to know the places you won't go 
                                  E7 
Than recognizing where we haven't been 
            D 
Finding our faults lie 

That none can answer why 
                            G#m 
We never move from where we began 

B     C    D   E 
Still standing still 
B    C  D    E 
Bent to your will 
B      C    D    E 
Flawed like you