Behold my eyes
While I cut down the tree
Through my spine

A rush of doubt choking me
Choking me hard


Just once to be a man of no account

No frames to keep me down

No fences and walls
No sacred crown
Can make me yield my ground


What you say
What you will be

Remains to you

Behold my eyes

While I cut down the tree
Through my spine
A rush of doubt choking me

Choking me hard

Hard to be a man in misery

A privilege to own
My sunken cheeks and tired eyes
Got time to tell you so

Who I am
What I will be
Remains to me


You're like a splinter to my mind
Like a nail to my wrist

A dagger to my heart
Like needles through my soul


No bricks and steel
No concrete fields
No smothers and lies

No bull%#@! and flies
No backbone and guts
No stabs and cuts

Can take what I'm yearning for

All our lifes (sic)

Washed away instantly
I take my time
Your hands choking me

Choking me hard