No don't 
Give me your hand
I can save you from the fall
Go
I'm in your [bad word] until your feet
Are aching to the bone

I see you looking back at me
As this might be the end of me
Misfortune in my history
And even more awaiting me
Tired of such controversies 
Sometimes I long for sweet release
I've found a place that [bad word] me
greener grass a bluer sea
Free from all the sodden grief
No clenching fists no gritting teeth
I feel the freedom as I breathe
nature and its calm relief

It [bad word] to life
Right before your eyes

And I wander 
Through ideals
Reflecting all I know and how it falls
Into focus it seems
My progression lays behind this wall 
So I plant a seed
And lead erosion to the wall
And lead erosion to it all

And I wander
Through ideals
Reflecting all I know and how it falls

And I'll be here
Looking for the purpose in the sun
And I'll be ever here

The horizon bears such beauty 
We'll never know
How much we can see
Your atheist
Terse solemnity
It [bad word] me

No don't 
Give me your hand
I can save you from the fall
Go
I'm in your [bad word] until your feet
Are aching to the bone

And it [bad word] to life
Why do I still feel?
Dead inside

So I plant a seed
And lead erosion to the wall
And lead erosion to it all 

I see you looking back at me
As this might be the end of me
Misfortune in my history
And even more awaiting me
Tired of such controversies 
Sometimes I long for sweet release
I've found a place that [bad word] me
greener grass a bluer sea
Free from all the sodden grief
No clenching fists no gritting teeth
I feel the freedom as I breathe
nature and its calm relief