Foot on the ground
Sky falling down
Stifle the sound

Volume unbound

Scent of my cell

Toll of the bell
It's not a crisis
So much to tell


Turn it around
The seed in the ground

Vowel or a noun
Addicted to sound


Battle of will
It's only a drill
I don't have to save myself

For the books on the shelf

No matter what you say

No matter what you say
No matter what you say
No matter what you say

With a foot on the ground
I can turn it around
Warming up to the sound

And I'm not coming down
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A temper not to tame
A finish left unframed
Wood that's stripped of stain

Leveling the plain

Don't want them to know

Choke the weeds that grow
Catcher in the throe
The scent will stop the flow


No matter what you say
No matter what you say

No matter what you say
No matter what you say
With a foot on the ground

I can turn it around
Warming up to the sound
And I'm not coming down

[x2]