It's all that I know and it's all that I'll ever know. But who's gonna search my soul. If the god-head is dead, I'll be staying in bed. 'Cause then who could we count on instead? You can lay down the stones Through the bricks of my bones. And throw me down holes That my brain can't control. And tell me I'm not alone when I'm alone. I'm at the bottom of the ladder and I need it so badly.