Broken Icons

Stuck in the shapes you gave me

Those shapes that will never change

Condemned to be the same forever

In your eyes

What to do, what to say, where to go, whom to pray

You tell me, you tell me

I'm just the frozen one in the paint

I can't move, I can't move on

I'm locked in a strange room

Where the sky is made of gold

I'm locked in a strange room

Where I cannot move at all

But I won't give up and let it go

Give me the chance to reveal and

Set me free from the ones I have been

I'm gonna break these icons!

You keep me prisoner

Of an outdated-me

Can't you see the paint fading away

Colors becoming drab?

Can't you see it cracking from the inside?

And the split releasing my pain…

I'm gonna break these icons… Of me