Well this stone that I have swallowed. Isn't going down so well. And this road that I have followed. Is leading me to Hell. And you said it didn't matter. But I think you're a liar. Is this one of your talents. That stokes the very fire that burns you. Each time you try to live. And the earth will turn below you. The pressure is building. And something has to give. Oh something has to give. And when I build you a steeple. You say it's incomplete. 'Cause you need the whole cathedral. To satisfy the need. And you're like a paper aeroplane. That never seems to land. Flying blind through anything. Straight into the hand that chokes you. Each time you try to live. And the earth will turn below you. The pressure is building. And something has to give. Oh something has to give. Well you're like a paper aeroplane. That never seems to land. Flying blind through anything. Straight into the hand. Well you're like a paper aeroplane. That never seems to land. Flying blind through anything. Straight into the hand that chokes you. Each time you try to live. And the earth will turn below you. The pressure is building. The pressure is building. The fire that burns you. Each time you try to live. And the earth will turn below you. The pressure is building. And something has to give. Something has to give. Something has to give. Something has to give. Something has to give. Give