Winded again by my broken silence. Love's become a noise, as my tongue's on fire. My heart consumed, struck by the chord of pride. Woe is me I shall come down, I shall come down.
Can't find the time to clear my mind. From all the stuff that's creeped inside. Untie the knots that clutter up the clarity of thought. Don't fight the things that you've been taught all your life.