Texty: Avail. March.

A twist this time You buckle my mind Like a speechless boy It won't go away Got glass rain It cuts my feet I pull apart Yet refrain from the heart I've got water in my veins It won't go away Turns ice On which I slide

In my soul I have religion I try to preach it And it's stripped away It's beyond contradiction Just my fight with my grace

A dove in hand Do I crush it my friend? Why do I feel no guilt It won't go away This final fear I cannot see This love of hell in which I dwell It makes no sense It won't go away This way that I feel

Break it down Knock it down Push the wall down


Let go Let go of the hatred in your soul