I know that for at least a thousand yearsnI haven't triednAnd I know that for maybe ten or twelve long years,nI've seen you crynnAnd I know that where the chains of doom are keptnI find my shoesnAnd I know that gotta save myself againnWin or lose.nnI know that the pressure of the world is sin.nDon't ask me why.nAnd I know that it comes in ways that can't beginnTo pay the price.nnAnd I know that where the chains of doom are keptnI find my shoesnAnd I know that gotta save myself againnWin or lose.nnTell me you've seen around the worldnTell me you crawled inside my tomb,nBecame all knowing,nThen slithered down the reins to hide some more.nTurn away from menAll my pridenAll my timenAnd when you washed awaynAll of the indications,nAll my pridenAll my timenAll my pridenAll my crime