Between each beat of belief
Is paralysis ending in an incomplete
Thought maybe dialysis
Will get me started into some kind of something
A thought of thought this thought is daunting
If who I was mattered and if who am can
Or if there is any problem that we ever understand
And if I heal one time and my bones get settled
With the rhythm and the rhyme and the screaming of the kettle
But it’s in between my spirit and it’s way beyond my soul
When the black walls fade and I finally lose control
In the out a hollow bellow from the place of dare
In a Cave in the light there was never any air
And I think that I matter and I think that I matter and I think that I matter
And I want you.
