Warily he approached that room
It lives a part of him I knew.
Band played on and there he sits
Folding wrecked powers
For that room......

Doubting his soul and he thinks that he is so depraved
See that part that's abdicated like a slave.
I see on one hand I was taught but I can't be those three.
Following plow, try to make it come after me.

Down in my soul, writing it all.
Down in my soul, choosing my goal.
Alike I write,
But my will has been so inside.

Doubting my soul, but try to put all jones on that plate.
They've taken the fun which they've flung and they burned me of taste.
I have been faulty of picking myself from one piece.
I will speak no more. Say, those feelings are me!

Doubting my soul, seeing no call.
Doubting my soul, stuck in a role.
I do rely,
On those things I've seen that reside.

Warily I slink into that room.
(do they taunt as though they thought I knew?)
It lives a part of me I knew.
(do they hunt for me inside anew?)
Canned brains on and here I sit,
Folding wrecked powers
(Oh, they think that they know of my view)
Think I want to be outside....

Way in my soul, hearing that call
Down in a hole, seeing that goal
Playing that role, writing it all
Writing on scroll, too much control
I just imply
But my words I still do provide.