Breaking the calm and wandering on
The spoiled rumor of healthy hands that steal

Held the wages, you see it come
Ruthlessly rejoice
The old and rotting the creaking one that feels

So how can we feel as we used to?
In straining just to feel as we should do

Safety is the most unsettling
Just waking up at night and feeling old

Keeping comfortable
And severing the other me in sight
For giving up

Man becomes a portrait of becoming polite
And ever kneeling so old and tired
Believing in you need it

So how can we feel as we used?
In straining just to feel as we should do

I've been to better places
I've seen another in you
You've never known the sickness
To bear the bursting in you

I've been to better places
I've seen another in you
You've never known the sickness
To bear the bursting in you

Safety is the most unsettling
Just waking up at night and feeling old

Keeping comfortable
And severing the other me in sight
For giving up