I can breed like, no friend of minenNo friend of mine is asking for forgotten timenUp in silence like some violent vinenThat’s wrapped itself around my necknIt’s growing finennA type of new diseasenI will break the chain, the train is moving fasternAs it seems to run awaynI will follow and pass great plainsnFields of fields of precious, precious people passing grainnnThere’ve been times when, I've slipped and fellnI hit my head hard and the blood it did spillnBut your big hands helped to lift me up againnAnd once on my feetnYou sent me back to myself