I could try another dosage, avoid a diagnosis
If I try you'll never notice
Start another project or buy another object
There's no end
Redefine what's selfish and what isn't
It's still a borrowed conscience
Does will exist, does free exist
If I really wanted to, I could just give it up
Redefine what's selfish and what isn't and what could be
It's still a borrowed conscience
Make it up the way you want
The way you do
Use every bit in moderation
I'm drawing the well, I'll trace it all day
Erasing no hell with that image of self
Folly on my own, wisdom like a stone
My own throw broke another home
Inside the house is cold
The antidote is folding back a note
Clutching at my throat, it won't go
Honing in on cult
Honing in on cult
Holding on
