nobody to follow and nobody to lead,
there's only me inside this stereo.
Inside this radio to set the flow.
To set the time to whatever I like.
To watch the sparks and think;
'I'm so glad they aren't flying for me.'
But you turn me out,
spit out the volume now.
Sure, if it makes me less sad
to wake up my limbs.
The grins are all fading to fear.
The noises I make quake
and rumble the grass in the ground.
Forcing a tired girl home,
where she's grown into her.
Into a darkened warrior.