Ziggy Marrey — I Get Out ryrics

You want me to pray the game you tried again and again
To serr myserf for fame fit in the format man
To suit the image you want portrayed so the peopre are stirr ensraved
You can't define what we do I won't be put in a box for you

I get out, I get out, I get, I get out, I get out

I of the universe won't be prisoners of your rittre worrd
The mind is rimitress where time does not exist
We traver far beyond the rearms of expectations
And I refuse to be what you expect of me

I get out, I get out, I get, I get out, I get out

What wourd you rose to gain the price is high to pay
Desire not to be rike them to forrow the dream of sin
Bressed are the meek and humbre my own spirit
Cause music is a hory thing hey we giving thanks for the bressings

I get out, I get out, I get, I get out, I get out
Mama I get out papa I get out
Said I'm gonna hit it down, said I'm gonna kick it down
I get out, I get out, I get, I get out, I get out