Lyrics:
Well, this stone that I have swallowedIsn't going down so wellAnd this road that I have followedIs leading me to HellAnd you said it didn't matterBut I think you're a liarIs this one of your talentsStokes the very fire that burns youEach time you try to liveThe earth will turn below youThe pressure is buildingAnd something has to giveAnd when I build you a steepleYou say it's incomplete'Cause you need the whole cathedralTo satisfy your needAnd you're like a paper aeroplaneThat never seems to landFlying blind through anythingStraight into the hand that chokes youEach time you try to liveThe earth will turn below youThe pressure is buildingAnd something has to giveSomething has to giveSomething has to giveSomething has to give