Held up here, it's a silent fear
 And this space don't take my mind
 cloudy wake, it's a young mistake
 That I'm clothed in
 I can't see when I filled with sleep
 It's a golden dream of mine
 But when I rise with my morning eyes
 It's all spoken

 Wait, don't drown it in the waterhole 
 Taste, the feeling of a fever soul
 All in all I need to get me through

 I still stir, such a war of words
 I'm a maker of my time
 I feeble man with a broken plan
 Oh I'm loathing
 Make my bed on the great unsaid
 And my meekness sends me low
 I stood fair, but you still weren't there
 So you've chosen

 Wait, don't drown it in the waterhole 
 Taste, the feeling of a fever soul
 All in all I need to get me through