This stone that I have swallowed Isn't goin down so well And this road that i have followed Is leading me to hell You said it didn't matter That i think you're a liar Is this one of your very talents Stokes the very fire that burns you Each time you try to live, The world will turn below you Pressure is building and something has to give.. And when i build you a stable You say it's incomplete Cuz you need the whole cathedral, To satisfy your needs, You're like a paper aeroplane That never seems to land, Flying by through anything, Straight into the hand That chokes you Each time you try to live, The earth will turn below you Pressure is building and something has to give, Something has to give...
