If I think like a child
And ignore what is mine
Will I find you hear with me.
If I'm guided through the crowd
And I touch and feel your power
Will you find me at your feet.
What is time to me
I can't hear a thing.
But I always find the pain I have will Echo
But I always find the pain I have will Echo.
Now I write, all my words
And you take what you prefer
And rehearse till your fingers bleed.
If I do what must be done
And the masses move as one
Will they trample me beneath, their feet