Paroles : Do I have to kill all the sheep for the shepherds attention? The tension is growing. Like a train wreck in my chest. I’m trying my best to get a hold of you. But nothing is working. Healer did you get my call? Sewn between the cracks of wood. We all hang on what could be. Healer will I claim your call or deny you until I fall? We all hang on what could be. I know I sound like the Devil tempting you and such. This cross on my back has grown to be too much. The crown on my head won’t fit. My sword is dull from the drag. I am the wounded carried. I’m not carrying the wounded. Give me your eyes. So I can see the potential inside. Give me your eyes. So I can see why you claim to be part of me. Storms coming soon. I’ll be there with you. Was it my debt I saw it through? Every conviction reflecting you? I feel you near me.