Death By Suspicion

There I go again, I've been stuck inside my head
And my imagination tends to turn on me instead
I can't help that worry makes the frame of my bed
Oh, help me, I fear I don't even know the worst of it

I've been fooled in all directions
What makes this any different?
For this lack of evidence
I die a thousand deaths by my suspicion

What is wrong with me?
At my touch, skin turns to salt
And when I'm cold, I pull the earth around me like a shawl
I'm a winged creature, learned to crawl back to the arms of my suspicion

I walk along invisible rows
Filled with critics that agree and oppose
I just do exactly as I am told
'Til I can't make sense of anything at all

It's a sweet suggestion, but still, I question, if not now, then when?
Will power come to those who need it when there's no power left to spend?
Your means and end all depends on who it is you're askin' for permission

I walk along invisible rows
Filled with critics that agree and oppose
I just do exactly as I am told
'Til I can't make sense of anything at all

Tongue and sword, this internal war
I chalk up the instruction
'Til I can't take your instruction anymore
Heavy load, what do I bear it for?
At what cost and what reward?
Oh, this daughter of instruction
Is the daughter of instruction no more
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