Just.

Yes I am, just a man.
I change my words just like I change my plans.

Write me up, where I stand.
In this city where our privacy's banned.

I've become, just a name.
Or maybe a number, what's my rate of exchange?

Break me out, of your gaze.
Where I am, a picture stuck in a frame.

I am a sinner.
I am a saint.

You'll read my story, but my pages are faint.

I'm so lost.
I'm so sure.

Yes I am tainted, I know that nothing is pure.

Yes I am, just a vessel.
Chain me up, in this cage where we settle.

Drive me in circles, foot on the pedal.
I can be loyal, but I am a rebel.

I've become, only a hunter.
But the food on the table could never banish my hunger.

Walk while I sleep. Sleep while I wonder.
Yes I am quiet, but I come with the thunder.

I am precious.
I am depraved.

I walk on a path, haphazardly paved.

I'm so warm.
I'm so cold.

I am what you make me, but I'm out of control.

Here I am.
Just a man.

I am what you make me.

I am what you made me.