I have a curious kind of heart The kind left untouched by all but a kindred spirit Felt undone and they don’t want to hear it Synthesize joy but don’t dare go near it Maybe the breeze thinks I’m flawless But deep in my mind, it’s a perfect kind of lawless Take away my thoughts, I’m poor and I’m jobless But the cycle churns on and I don’t have the guts to stop this I’m fighting underground, fighting underground They don’t listen to my sound, listen to my sound I fear what I can’t hear If the darkened voice drew near, I’d disappear— Oh, disappear