There's no place to lay dead   When I can't stay awake   The growth I need is fettered with fear   My heels dug in my place      Keep your heart   Clasped into your hands   Your family just   Knows half of where you've been      The indian summer is better than nothing   Burn the sun in my skin   Bleeding bells of inner guilt   Salvation rays are thin      I say to myself   You don't need anyone   This world is fucked   Just as you have become      I stand as a man who's seen many things   My youth has made me strong   I see the fraught of the words I have said   Got nothing for anyone      The words that I speak   Are like the clinging hell   The songs that I sing   Been poisoning your well      Hands in my pockets   And down on my knees   I beg for will to change      I've spun around from the wheel that I spin   In one week I'll be the same