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Well this stone that I have swallowed
isnt going down so well
And this road that I have followed
is leading me to Hell
And you said it didnt matter,
but I think youre a liar
Is this one of your talent
that stokes the very fire
That burns you
Each time you try to live
And the Earth will turn below you
The pressure is building and something has to give
And when I build you a steeple, you say its incomplete
Cause you need the whole cathedral to satisfy the need
And youre like a paper aeroplane
That never seems to land
Flying blind through anything
Straight into the Hell
That chokes you
Each time you try to live
And the Earth will turn below you
The pressure is building and something has to give