[00:25.232]Big talk, dead lock, tryin’ to frame my name
[00:30.058]Your fake court, no sport, riggin’ your own game
[00:35.228]Black list, tight fist, control is what you seek
[00:39.466]But my breath, my step, speaks a language that you can’t speak
[00:43.991]You build your walls so tall, you think I’ll disappear
[00:54.195]But I’m the echo in your hall, the thing you always hear
[01:01.134]So YOU CAN’T THINK ABOUT ME! (ABOUT ME!)
[01:04.751]With your twisted fantasy! (FANTASY!)
[01:10.017]YOU CAN’T THINK ABOUT ME! (ABOUT ME!)
[01:10.772]While I shout my liberty! (LIBERTY!)
[01:14.133]All your lies, your alibis, are falling to the ground!
[01:20.490]YOU CAN’T… THINK… ABOUT… ME!
[01:28.132]Your screens glow, mind control, feedin’ your decree
[01:33.316]My soul’s light, burning bright, somethin’ you can’t see
[01:37.893]You judge the skin, the scene I’m in, with your broken lens
[01:40.317]But your whole world, tight and curled, rests on brittle fence
[01:43.086]You throw your words like stones, from your house of glass
[01:48.144]Watching as the cracks you’ve shown spread and amass
[01:56.704]So YOU CAN’T THINK ABOUT ME! (ABOUT ME!)
[02:00.235]With your twisted fantasy! (FANTASY!)
[02:05.389]YOU CAN’T THINK ABOUT ME! (ABOUT ME!)
[02:05.698]While I shout my liberty! (LIBERTY!)
[02:08.956]All your lies, your alibis, are falling to the ground!
[02:16.044]YOU CAN’T… THINK… ABOUT… ME!
[02:20.954]I see the system’s cogs, the grinding wheels of spite
[02:25.928]The puppet strings you weave in artificial light
[02:31.179]But in my chest, a drum, a wild and native sound
[02:36.041]That tears your paper world and shakes your hollow ground… Huh!
[03:04.098]So YOU CAN’T THINK ABOUT ME! (ABOUT ME!)
[03:08.595]With your twisted fantasy! (FANTASY!)
[03:13.075]YOU CAN’T THINK ABOUT ME! (ABOUT ME!)
[03:13.585]While I shout my liberty! (LIBERTY!)
[03:17.141]All your lies, your alibis, are falling to the… GROUND!
[03:23.971]YOU CAN’T… THINK… ABOUT… ME!

Big talk, dead lock, tryin’ to frame my name
Your fake court, no sport, riggin’ your own game
Black list, tight fist, control is what you seek
But my breath, my step, speaks a language that you can’t speak
You build your walls so tall, you think I’ll disappear
But I’m the echo in your hall, the thing you always hear
So YOU CAN’T THINK ABOUT ME! (ABOUT ME!)
With your twisted fantasy! (FANTASY!)
YOU CAN’T THINK ABOUT ME! (ABOUT ME!)
While I shout my liberty! (LIBERTY!)
All your lies, your alibis, are falling to the ground!
YOU CAN’T… THINK… ABOUT… ME!
Your screens glow, mind control, feedin’ your decree
My soul’s light, burning bright, somethin’ you can’t see
You judge the skin, the scene I’m in, with your broken lens
But your whole world, tight and curled, rests on brittle fence
You throw your words like stones, from your house of glass
Watching as the cracks you’ve shown spread and amass
So YOU CAN’T THINK ABOUT ME! (ABOUT ME!)
With your twisted fantasy! (FANTASY!)
YOU CAN’T THINK ABOUT ME! (ABOUT ME!)
While I shout my liberty! (LIBERTY!)
All your lies, your alibis, are falling to the ground!
YOU CAN’T… THINK… ABOUT… ME!
I see the system’s cogs, the grinding wheels of spite
The puppet strings you weave in artificial light
But in my chest, a drum, a wild and native sound
That tears your paper world and shakes your hollow ground… Huh!
So YOU CAN’T THINK ABOUT ME! (ABOUT ME!)
With your twisted fantasy! (FANTASY!)
YOU CAN’T THINK ABOUT ME! (ABOUT ME!)
While I shout my liberty! (LIBERTY!)
All your lies, your alibis, are falling to the… GROUND!
YOU CAN’T… THINK… ABOUT… ME!