torn between two voices of reason there's a time and a season when it all gets out of place my head there it rests on my pillow but i'm sleeping with the lions and this sheep won't have no say sleeping cells getting stirred selfish ways sworn to silence endless days of getting burned shedding skin silent shudder now, a prey to the ones who so justly by my reasons will judge me but i think it's not too soon and now; like a curse from the heavens, once asleep up on the mountains the thunder marches down "[aa-a aa-aa] will we let you go (aa-a, aa-aa) shall we set your soul aside (aa-a, aa-aa) yeah i promise you but don't think twice and don't ask twice" sleeping cells getting stirred selfish ways sworn to silence endless days of getting burned shedding skin silent shudder torn between these voices of reason i weigh my past seasons and it all falls back in place my head there it rests on my pillow and the blood begins to simmer and i won't think twice i wont think twice