to bring the small soul the bottom of the sea
between the bars forever missing home
the pressure builds up slow
against the back wall you're holding all the clues
under a rock was I to know
my belief heretical
or is it time to do the receiving you put off
i'm always shy it's reasonable
when you're prey by nature
too busy now to hand off my hold on the wheel
who in their mind would turn down that deal
now that you know the drill