"I shouldn't be here!" is what I say
I'm not a part of your pocket (and I) won't be made to stay
And now the traps are set to turn me around
But without that one conviction
I can turn it off, throw it out (rip it up) and start all over again
I guess I'll never get the chance to save my soul
But I won't be blinded by the (illusive/seeming) open goal
The search party's out and the scent is strong
But without that one conviction
I can turn it off, throw it out (rip it up) and start all over again
It's all in the show and it's fixed to blow
It's all in the show and it's fixed to blow
It's all in the show and it's fixed to blow
It's all gonna blow, I'll save my own soul!
Take my hand, I'll set you free
Now I have this one conviction
We can turn it off, throw it out (rip it up) and start all over again