The sun has risen on a new day,
when will I break free?

The moon ends yet another day,
when will I break free?

Shallow thoughts on shallow grounds
in a shallow grave.

The time has come to show my worth,
has my time come?

The time has come to break these chains,
has my time come?

Simple minds have simple pleasures
and simple plans.

Disturbed ground that was my life,
make haste my escape.

Disturbed thoughts that was my paradigm,
make haste my escape.

The man who was a worm
will rise above it all.

07/08/2005