Withdrawal - Clippings lyrics

Yet again that itching question remains How better to prune myself? To pile clippings high and hope that i'm still fine To break free, from the mould they cast for me Each new growth overan*lyzed, a vicious cycle Lend me your hopes, your dreams and fears I'll cling to the hope that you'll still occasionally reappear Before it's all gone with a heavy cloud of smoke Yet again that itching question remains How better to prune myself? To pile clippings high and hope that i'm still fine To break free form the mould they cast for me