Not My Song

This is not my voice
And these are not my hands
And this is not the way I sound
This is not my face
I don't move this way
And this is not my place to say
These and these things
I wouldn't do this if you paid me
I live here?
These are not my words
I don't speak this language
I bet you made this up yourself
I bet you made this mouth
I bet you built this stage
I know these eyes don't lie
But they look the wrong way
I bet you stole this soul
And you're looking out from hell
I wouldn't do this if you killed me
I live here?
I wouldn't do this if you nailed me (to a cross)?
Not my song