Well this stone that I have swallowed

isn’t going down so well

And this road that I have followed

is leading me to Hell



And you said it didn’t matter,

but I think you’re a liar

Is this one of your talent

that stokes the very fire

That burns you

Each time you try to live

And the Earth will turn below you

The pressure is building and something has to give



And when I build you a steeple, you say it’s incomplete

‘Cause you need the whole cathedral to satisfy the need

And you’re like a paper aeroplane

That never seems to land

Flying blind through anything

Straight into the Hell

That chokes you

Each time you try to live

And the Earth will turn below you

The pressure is building and something has to give