Lyrics to The Process

Break the code of silence

Forget your conscience

And baby, you'll be fine

Grab a book of matches,

Half empty gas can

And get these hands untied



You made me who I am



Blame it all on the process, darling

Draw my blood from stone

Sorry about the mix up, sweetie

But this had to be said

You made me who I am



Lift your broken posture

Reset your shoulder

And plant you in the soil

I recall the moment

When I first struck and

Your twisted limbs recoiled



You made me who I am



Blame it all on the process, darling

Draw my blood from stone

Sorry about the mix up, sweetie

But this had to be said

You made me who I am



You think you've seen the worst of me?

Well, think again

You made me who I am

Your body slumps over a hole I dug for when

You made me who I am

You made me who I am



Break the code of silence

Forget your conscience

And baby, you'll be fine

Grab a book of matches,

Half empty gas can

And get these hands untied



You made me who I am, oh



Blame it all on the process, darling

Draw my blood from stone

Sorry about the mix up, sweetie

But this had to be said

You made me who I am



You think you've seen the worst of me?

Well, think again

You made me who I am

Your body slumps over a hole I dug for when

You made me who I am

You made me who I am