my whole life
follows me down the line
my whole life
falls down the well
all my life drains from me
all i see is empty
heaven has lost to hell
for all the world to see
all of life is clumsy
all i see is crazy
i would place your hands
in the common man's
so that you will lose your grip
i would hang your feet
on the highest peak
so that all your life is bleak
i would bite your tongue
of the songs you've sung
and sell them to the street
i would break your stare
with utmost care
so that you may never seek
what a life
buried beneath this ground
what a life
the sound of a baby crying
all of life is dying
all of death is alive