toil and stress Scratch and obsess The measure of man doesn't make me who I am Wanting more, wanting more, wondering? Why do we toil and stress Scratch and
crown? Only in death will I receive a definite answer to that mystery I gave you faulted vision so you'd fall in love with sound And as for that protection
the woods and I adhered to a half truth I might regret this, but for now I trust you We get no inspiration if we give no inspiration Sought after self worth and
you being taken advantage of I don't know what else to do You have the most control if you can monopolize your meaning in life And all that I pray for
I can't find the way back And what was familiar seems abstract Did I cringe on your approach, unwelcome guest? (You're welcome now) Every intrusion needs
