It slipped my mind and for a time I [bad word] free
Oh what a troubled silent, poor boy, a pawn into a queen

I laugh now but later's not so easy
I've gotta stop, the will is strong
But the flesh is weak, guess that's it
I've made my bed and I'm lying in it

I'm still hanging on bird upon the wires, I fall between the waves
I avoid your gaze, I turn out of phase, a pawn into a queen

I laugh now but later's not so easy
I've gotta stop, the will is strong
But the flesh is weak, guess that's it
I've made my bed and I'm lying in it

But it's eating me up, but it's eating me up
It's eating me up (If I could feel all the snakes on my heads)
It's eating me up (If I could feel all my snails on my heads)
It's eating me up (If I could feel all my snares on my head)