Из альбома: The Worse Things Get, the Harder I Fight, the Harder I Fight, the More I Love You
When you catch life
You look like your mother
It crushes some
Just right form the sun
When you catch the light
There's a flash of wild creatures
For the stone age of the preachers
And the husbands and the wives
When you catch life
Flood changes direction
And darkens the lands that project my disguise
As you fly along side
And discover my weakness
Not fighting for your freedom
I am fighting to be wild
He will come..
Just pack all the key
I choose over this
An invisible even though and...
And my brothers had the poisoning
Hey little girl would you like to be
The king's pet or the kind
I'd chose or the less
But otherwise I'd chose the king
Even though it sounds bogus
There's no mother's hands to quiet me