In which context would you like it?
(I mean there are so many ways around the truth
And so many ways to beat around the bush
Oh so many ways around the truth.)
In which context would you like it?
Cover for me and recover for me
(Cut to fit. Cut to bits.)
It seems to me you'd rather bask in a lazy stuck comfort
Than keep this pa**ion clean
(He is content and I am dead.)
In which context would you like it?
Cover for me and recover for me
(This is not supposed to be like this
Not like this at all.)
So risk yourself and gather the stones
And bruise the proper path
With the fury of the dead holding regret
I will haunt to deepen this truth
You have made my decision
So carve this circle path and run free