On good days i'm not trying all too hard that goes to show
That bad days always seem to pull me back from where i work hard to go
The places where i get that thrill that takes me closer towards the skill
That can pull me beyond the life i live on the basement or the hill
You always seemed to help me through when i was feeling bad
Now when i'm feeling better suddenly the things we planned
Are just a drag that pulls me down towards the basement from where i've come
And if i let you go i'll be climbing up the good day once again
Since the skill i got from climbing up this hill came from myself
Suddenly there's a point with blaming basement life on someone else
And you can play that part until i'm feeling bad and once i'm ill
The vulture takes me away again, on towards its den
The things i try to tell myself, the things the things i tell myself
The things i try to tell myself, will be killing me in time will be killing me in time
The things i try to tell myself, the things the things i tell myself
The things i try to tell myself, will be killing me in time will be killing me in time
Will be killing me in time will be killing me in time
If i was a person, that couldn't take a hit
If my life was set off course by your rampant bullshit
Then i would have to notice, your pretentious scheme
And whenever that you pass me by i'm an infant human being
That gets by by messing, with things out of its range
And that just wants relationships for some sort of exchange
That can't undo transaktions if they don't make sense no more
Cause the things it hears that makes it worry are the things that It adores