The problem I have with the soul contraptionnSwallowed up slowly like a bad reactionnAll around what you do and say while the symptom falls further awaynYou live in silence but you can't describe itnSo what's the point of talking at all?nThe store bought injury, the family canenJust another boy bad at the gamenThis is when you need a friend to keep you moving aroundnBecause all your thinking has made you slownYou might be stopping out, you knownFrustrated fireworks inside your headnThere's a lit fuse smoking, you caught insteadnWhat you're dealing but it's just a startnWas a time since your problem was a poison dartnAnd you act like a cowboy, whatever's in my hatnI'm a hardboiled hero and I'm not so badnBut I didn't know when to run from thisnA proud fan is going to see you shatternI know that there really isn't anything the matternNothing is going to be crying words, they only want their voice to be heardnThey use it sometimes to show that they're aroundnOr they build you up a theory like the walls of a townnA tired and ancient ruler right now, the neighborhood slaves are hardly skillednOpen your parachute and drop your weightnFloat on down to the center and investigatenI did my self requirement, better cop out hardnOr I'll leave right nownBecause this feeling of loving, I felt it in my chestnLike the nighttime footsteps of an unknown guestnI know it wasn't me, I wasn't moving..nI felt thunder, the rain was pouringnI know it must be something wrong, all this is restoringnYou don't have to live in a life's mistakenStay in the center and waitnStay in the center and waitnStay in the center and wait