There is nothing left to hold on to 
Because I’ve outlived all my fears 
All my worldly obligations have been fulfilled 
No more reasons to remain here 

I could live out my days in this familiar cage 
Content to know these thoughts are mine 
But after all these years I have no face left to save 
Just a random collection of lines 

I’m burning pages to fill the ink again 
These flames consume my days 
This delicate self-medication 
In only one direction conveys 

I could live out my days in this familiar cage 
Content to know these thoughts are mine 
But after all these years I have no face left to save 
Just a random collection of lines 

And when I break these chains that hold me down 
They can never be repaired 
I know reality is distorted through these lenses 
Will I see it any better once I’m there? 

Who [bad word] water, I’ve got space and time 
If those two hands pull me forward I’ll be fine 

All these years of contemplation 
Seem more distant than a foreign land 
I see these notes I wrote myself on these four walls 
In a language I don’t understand 

I could live out my days in this familiar cage 
Content to know these thoughts are mine 
But after all these years I have no face left to save 
Just a random collection of lines 

And when I break these chains that hold me down 
They can never be repaired 
I know reality is distorted through these lenses 
Will I see it any better once I’m there? 

Who [bad word] water, I’ve got space and time 
If those two hands pull me forward I’ll be fine