A picture turning over, jewel in the water
A cyclone full of feeling
I'm bullied by deception but when the whistle came
My thoughts are coming through
Diminished by impression, cried out in the lesson
Esteem had broke infection, my torment fraught with shame
Subject to the ladder, subject to the ladder
The silence of the room
A cyclone full of feeling
Defended by defendants, corrected by the pain
Emptiness follows too
Subject to the ladder, subject to the ladder
Invaded by the quarrels and I denied the lathe
Subject to the ladder
The silence of the room
Subject to the ladder, subject to the ladder
A cyclone full of feeling
My thoughts are coming through
Inspected by a sadness, exhausted by a game
Ruined by affection, excepted by exception
Predicted on a graph, cornered by ritual
Where Eco saw reflection, not what it taught her
Let me chop down the laurel, a goal I won't escape
The silence of the room
My thoughts are coming through
Emptiness follows too
Emptiness follows too
