My, my, my
I see the plans begin to fade
I see your will begin to break
And they shake you down
My, my, my
I've taken all that I can take
And I'm just too sick to concentrate
To your broken sound
My thoughts dissolve
So, my mind's made up
My, my, my
The hands that healed have now become
The ones to hold a loaded gun
And their target's clear
My, my, my
The lions fall against the lamb
And I can't begin to understand
So I disappear
My thoughts dissolve
So, my mind's made up
Now I've said too much
My mind's made up