| I’ve been asleep for most of my life
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| To the things that I want, I am chained tight
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| It’s true that the punishment must fit the crime
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| Some call this living, I’m just doing time
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| With lungs filled with water or lungs filled with smoke
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| We must learn to sing the words we once spoke
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| In the midst of our seasons wearing death like a crown
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| We must learn to walk lightly on delicate ground
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| As the earth turns below us on an axis of time
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| That only moves forward as we beg to rewind
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| The tape at the end of our vaporous lives
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| Will it show what we wanted or that we just learned to tell a few lies
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| While we were alive
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| I’ve been asleep for most of my life
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| To the pain I have caused, I remain blind
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| I’ve played the victim one too many times
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| I have my reasons, but it still isn’t right
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| Like cathedrals built on slow sinking sand
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| So is the life of a resentful man
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| We must learn to walk backwards through our passage of time
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| And forsake our demons and idols alike
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| 'Cause if your god’s in a building than your god is a stone
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| And I’m sure there are things that I’ll never know
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| But despite how far I wander I can still hear them sing
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| The ballad of life and of death it is ringing
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| What is known is not for us
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| Does not the mother guide the son
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| With speaking up I am done
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| Quiet my heart quiet my tongue
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| Come speak in the silence |