Part of me dead I only wonder what will happen to the other half I think there's almost comfort in the slavish life A voice is knocking to me It's always talking to me I think it's telling me the technique to break free But I need a moment, so hush! I'm tired of rushing You think you've caught on? Watch me deny you—don't touch me! Not strong enough to fit through the casket I dwell behind the mask that tamed the lion I'm a shell inside a fitted tux All my luck's turned to rust When it stops, I'm down in the ground Double-three ft. drop Are you shocked? Ah, you would need a hospital before you bled out! But me? I've other options Keep on marching 'til I'm so sure I can't- I can't feel my feet I don't need them I don't need them! The fingers of the sea would keep me in their palm The echo of my soul was evident and getting to me Backed to the edge of my world And prayed to whatever gods I had left But no one answered me There was no one comforting The friction ignited Smothered anything I kept inside Fear of the dark! My shadow, now such a size That if I fought, I'd surely be swallowed up No more resisting Some rewrote the shore Under this mask See the face of the whore Who shoved me into this crate Held the gate Should've waited for my fate No room, couldn't do it Didn't choose to escape! Don't call me crazy! If I was you, I'd peace out! But me? I've other options Keep on marching 'til I'm so sure I can't- I can't feel my feet I don't need them I don't need them! The fingers of the sea would keep me in their palm Ugh! Suh mi force it dung Dem doughts spun 'run inna fi mi head Mi nuh longa want to see wid de eye Or feel wat de mon can feel Jah, gimmi de wud fah dat faking Jah, gimmi de wud fah dat lie Aal de bones inna mi been de aching To step fram de board to de light Jah keep mi unda dat ceiling Jah keep mi unda dat lie Fi mi choices tap mi fram lef An mi cannot guh 'til it's rite Peace of de mind—peace of de mind Quiet, quiet! Just let mi die! Ef mi get bak to yuh, history packing up Lef fah de new world, lef aal de rest behine ♪ I don't think I'm coming home tonight I don't feel well anymore Something tells me I've gone a little bit crazy And now you know! So what's left to say? I've made mistakes But you don't see me wishing on the stars No, you won't catch me dreaming anymore For the wishing ends when I reach new shore My captor woke, and my visage torn All walls collapsed I could never right The vicious death-trap that is my life Dadadadadada Dadadadadada Dadadadadada Dadadadadada Dadadadadada Dadadadadada Dada-dada-dada-dada-dada