See I have no place to go

Broken head has made me whole

Yellow stone below me, yellow stone above

Dying in the middle when pushing comes to shove

Biting on the backbone with an angel on the tongue

Waiting on a vision

Waiting on a vision with seventeen seconds until I go down to my grave

You can't ask a question, you have no voice

Want to go on living

But you have no choice

Broken and cut with a second to think,