These day's occupations have noticeably    Paused in me    Anything is better than a wandering intention to find    Roots beneath ideals    I am searching on a binge of desperation    To throw these worries off my back    And leave a crack in your expectancy    In your expectancy    Look what you've made of me    You've made so much noise    That confusion has awaken in me    You have made me careless once again    And so again a buried hatred has risen    You have executed the innocent    Would life for you continue if mine stopped    Don't use the past to comment on    The present because    Tomorrow I'll do better than you've ever seen and    I will ignore the lines that you have drawn    For along them I could never walk upon    My will lies dead    Behind a door that's rusted    That's rusted shut    Don't blow the dust off of these old books    Because I'll choke again    And I can't predict if the air will clear    In time to catch my breath.