Well this stone that I have swallowed
isn't going down so well
And this road that I have followed
is leading me to Hell

And you said it didn't matter,
but I think you're a liar
Is this one of your talent
that stokes the very fire
That burns you
Each time you try to live
And the Earth will turn below you
The pressure is building and something has to give

And when I build you a steeple, you say it's incomplete
‘Cause you need the whole cathedral to satisfy the need
And you're like a paper aeroplane
That never seems to land
Flying blind through anything
Straight into the Hell
That chokes you
Each time you try to live
And the Earth will turn below you
The pressure is building and something has to give