You feel alright now the battle has been won and

It’s pretty nice out in the soft September sun

And if the light stream fades

Got you feeling in a haze

And you don’t know what to do about it

Give me a ride, two times, in the night when you sleep do you ever even think about it?

So are you willing to cut it off? To call it a new name?

You’ll find a mirror to hold it up, reflecting all your pain

Keep at the hill, roll your rock, I hope you you know you look insane

To make your bed full of lies and fill your pockets full of shame

Are the reflections a blessing or a curse?

Got no direction, to kill it or nurse?

And if a cold slip stream caught you in a fever dream

And you don’t know what to do about it

Just soak in all the pain, a reminder of the shame

Do you think that you can live without it?

So are you willing to cut it off? To call it a new name?

You’ll find a mirror to hold it up, reflecting all your pain

Keep at the hill, roll your rock, I hope you you know you look insane

To make your bed full of lies and fill your pockets full of shame

Cut it off