And in this drought of feeling I have known,   I stop and make my home    Oh, but you could never see,   How dark a mind can be      I can't get out   I can't get out   I scream, I shout,   But I can't get out      And I'd have you turn to gaze inside me,   So you can learn of my hypocrisy   And understand how I can't even care,    About all the things that I have been   And all the things that I have seen   And all the things I think I need   And Love's cruel knife that made me bleed   And my retreat in stupid songs   The longest night and coldest dawn   And bitter truths and noble wrongs   The laugh of God as I was born   The bitterness of holding on   The moment I knew that it was done, and      I can't get out    I can't get out    I scream, I shout,   But I can't get out