you can hide, but never run
like a deer, chased by a nun
her holy water burns my eyes
in my head, I am weak
I have my troubles to get to sleep
lambs echo the church bell’s cry

shut down in all my senses
I'm torn up by a clown
searching balance on a tiny rope
I will handle it for now

to forget, what I've told
to regret that I'm bold
anger is only fear turned inside

I'll be my own conductor
construct my own free time
eaten out by a cancer
for words can struck you down

In my head, I'm still weak
trying too much, too hard to speak
for a man can slowly die

Sidewise fall
In empty halls
dimmed light
six feet high
crowded house
talking mouse
deep blue haze
praying loud