Dare a smilenI'm outta stylenWorry rested on my headnHeaven, Hell, the Lords of my redemptionnI am drained of all of my hopennEyes gone rednVoice half deadnWorry of things I can't controlnI need something new to keep me goingnBy the lake, kicking feet on the slopennAll half readnThe words half saidnPoliticians fill my headnSeven tears of Lords steal my devotionnAm I safe? nKicking feet on this rope, oh nonCan I run back to you?