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 thin