I’ve grown a crooked spine
I’ve carried these chains all my life
Up and down the streets
Every day I drag defeats

My shoulders sag and bow
With each trespass I sew
The weed will find the crack
My guilt keeps creeping back

A new voice speaks to me
It wants to set me free

When gutter hands grab ahold
Don’t be dismayed, don’t be troubled
The grip is frail, the strength is weak
You’re not chained to defeat

When gutter hands grab ahold
Don’t be dismayed, don’t be troubled
The grip is frail, the strength is weak
You’re not chained to your defeats

You’re set free

Does the steer drag the plow
Or do i wear the yoke?
Driven by these masters, I’m prisoner

I carry the cross of “shouldn’t haves”
And the distaste of past regrets
Cling to my tongue

A new voice speaks to me
It wants to set me free

When gutter hands grab ahold
Don’t be dismayed, don’t be troubled
The grip is frail, the strength is weak
You’re not chained to defeat

When gutter hands grab ahold
Don’t be dismayed, or troubled
The grip is frail, the strength is weak
You’re not chained to your defeats

Do not keep
Your defeats

The last weight, last burden
The noose thats’ suffocating me
To acquit, to forgive
The reflection, staring back at me
Where there’s freedom
Then there is life
Set yourself free
Time to unchain