Down under the night sky I lay in wait
Praying to whoever will listen to me.
I'd fashioned my own cross,
Been [bad word] by its weight.
There's no stronger message
Than dirt in your face.

I've seen down the end of the road
I deal in a different story, oh
I will never let go again
I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones
I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones
I'll do this on my own, own, own, own, bones, bones, o-oh

They say the spirit's willing
But the flesh is always weak
I found everything I needed
Right beneath my skin, oh

I've seen down the end of the road
I deal in a different story, oh
I will never let go again
I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones
I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones
I'll do this on my own.
 [bad word] 

We're all architects of our own private [bad word] 
No one can hurt us like we've hurt ourselves.

I've seen down the end of the road
I deal in a different story, oh
I will never let go again
I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones
I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones
I know I'm not alone (o-oh, bones, bones, o-oh, no)