The feeling's very tough, can't shake it off
And the [bad word] keeps it on.
Here abandonment is billowing
Under the cover of being strong.

"What exactly am I doing here?"
These words have led our logic on to decay.
Our steps have climbed the way but lost their spring.
And rebirth has been forgotten.

You just want to get to the place where you can coast a while,
where things won't tie you down.
But the cold and bloodless grip of the strings you pull will
sooner tie you down.
And to fight your way on through, you need the tools,
and they will always tie you down.

ooooo
You know you have to stand in line.
ooooo
The paint you watch will never dry.

I'd think of everything I could have done,
and burn it out a thousand times,
Obsessing brainlessly what might be gone,
While the good things pass me by.

You just want to get to the place where you can coast a while,
where things won't tie you down.
But the cold and bloodless grip of the strings you pull will
sooner tie you down.
And to fight your way on through, you need the tools,
and they will always tie you down.

You just want to get to the place where you can rest a while,
where things won't tie you down.
But the simple story ends, oh with all the things that used to
tie you down.
You will fight your way on through to burn [bad word] 
cuz they will always tie you down.