I think that I'm scared to death
Of accusing myself

For all this weight
That exists in myself
But this, this, this

And this is a knot
But this is a knot
And this is a knot
But this is a knot

I’m stewing, thinking
How guilty I am

For all this weight
That exists in myself
But this, this, this

This is a knot
And this is what we are
This is a knot
And this is what we are

And I live within myself
And I trip on the weight
And I play with the fear
And I live within myself
And I trip
That this, this, this
This is a knot
And this is what we are
This is a knot
And this is what we are

And I live within myself
And I trip on the weight
And I play with the fear
And I live within myself