This is the way, walk in it
This is the past, dig it up
This is the pain, stay with it
This is the cost of denying it
Chorus:
Show me the light at the end of the tunnel
I believe that something here will make some sense
I look for a light at the end of the tunnel
Don't leave me rotting in the chrysalis
These are the experts, by the book
This is your sickness, here's how it looks
These are the things that have you hooked
These are the thieves and here's what they took
Chorus
Bridge:
The more I think, the less I know
But I resist the letting go
To leave the course of alchemy
To him whose hands created me
And though my feet are made of clay
I know I'm getting somewhere
Chorus
