Wye Oak - My Creator lyrics

What kind of man, what could I be? Afraid of everyone I meet Lie forever, afterthought Some are men And some are not And what to feel? What could I stand? If there's my land Was that your land? Lie forever, future plans But here I stay and here I am And who but you? What could I know? To follow with me far below My pretense and servitude And crippling dependency What kind of woman would I be If I refuse what's asked of me? Some lines can turn you, others rot Some names will never be forgot My body can, but I cannot I'm sorry, mommy I cannot