Stained glass window into concrete wall I found sanctuary in plywood hall Burning calendar dreams I feel it, I'm scared to know what it all means Lump in the back of my head, but I just cut my soul instead It can't hurt me If I'm scared enough to look the other way, I will not partake I will not take my inheritance I'll just bury it anyway I'll set a goal tomorrow so I can daydream today Destroy an impulse, and commence control Be still my soul I will show you something else Hear the words of my mouth I will not partake I will not partake I will not partake