He gets high on self-control To conceal an addict's soul Sing, you fool Howl at the moon Relieve your heart beating out of tune Sing, you fool Try your best to find your voice, to ransom your head - a hostage of noise He speaks to drown the sound of his voice He's chosen not to choose Unless he has no choice Sing, you fool Howl at the moon Relieve your heart beating out of tune Sing, you fool Only when you find your voice will you reclaim your head infested with noise