i ve been asleep for most of my life to the things that i want i am chained tight it s true that the punishment must fit the crime some call this living i m just doing time with lungs filled with water or lungs filled with smoke we must learn to sing the words we once spoke in the midst of our seasons wearing death like a crown we must learn to walk lightly on delicate ground as the earth turns below us on an axis of time that only moves forward as we beg to rewind the tape at the end of our vaporous lives will it show what we wanted or that we just learned to tell a few lies while we were alive i ve been asleep for most of my life to the pain i have cause i remain blind i ve played the victim one too many times i have my reasons but it still isn t right like cathedrals built on slow sinking sand so is the life of a resentful man we must learn to walk backwards through our passage of time and forsake our demons and idols alike cause if your god s in a building than your god is a stone and im sure there are things that ill never know but despite how far i wander i can still hear them sing the ballad of life and of death it is ringing what is known is not for us does not the father guide the son with speaking up i am done quiet my heart quiet my tongue come speak in the silence