I chip away
  cause i'm not ok
  so i
  i chip away
  poked a hole right into myself
  and inside i found someone
  who said i was ok
  still i don't feel easy
  
  on this tree
  among the blossoms
  
  caustic ally
  
  i am the thorn
  close my eyes to take up spare time
  i wish i just
  could be where the crowd goes
  with the crowd
  they must be going somewhere
  
  up from the catacombs
  i can into the Angel again
  he took the high road
  and i took the low road
  we both were dirty faces
  we both were dirty faces
  
  i don't
  i don't
  i don't
  don't feel easy
  i don't
  i don't
  i don't
  don't feel easy