Stepping out into the air,
There was a calm that I'd known so well
I could feel it in my work worn hands,
A calm my father had once known,
And those before him
It was not a feeling I was built for
My hands need so much more
So much more

Heavy lies the crown of crooked thorns on the head of a busy man,
Neglecting all that he loved
But did he ever beg, cheat, steal,
Borrow or kill just to live
To survive all the daily demands?
He'll never live the life of a thief,
But in order to get ahead you must dine with that wolf
He'll wait patiently for his return,
Refusing to fall to the grave

Let the strings tighten
Let em tighten around your neck
Hang em high
Let em hang up high
Let the tie tighten around your neck
Tighten around

Can you feel the suffocation?
You live your life like a briefcase, with nothing inside

Heavy lies the crown of crooked thorns,
On the head of golden hair of that child left behind