Where the fields and forests lie without name   Won't they snare us in their subtle games won't they hold us all to blame?   In silent pages where words are lost without trace   They'll tease us with an eager tounge wearing masks upon their face   Crowding close in the depths of careless waste   I'll shoulder your unease and tears, counter fears with endless grace   Calling out when the final fall is near   They don't want us in your opened arms they don't need us 'round you dear   Paranoid!   You've got your rightous inhibitions, nightly sick addictions,   Are you down?