Out of my coffin I walk
I'm finding bare tedious talks
I'm giving into it
I'm giving into it
Sweating in my thoughts I'm plotting
One, two, three shorts for laughs and awes
I'm giving into it
I'm giving into it
Please tell me how many times in a year
Can I be excused out of here?
I'm locked into place
My tilted foot ticking away
Am I?
Could I?
Take a step
In an empty direction
Risk it all to fall in place
Spot it from afar
A wanted magnetized feel in my heart
Somewhere I could be myself
All that I need is one more step
[Thanks to seb.bridges.management for adding these lyrics]