I am shelved and segregated, struggling to control what I've created You think the war is out there? It starts in here between the panic and fear In the midst of life I am dead, lay me down by the riverbed I let the water heal my wounds, the mist falls and I am consumed Anxiety has me this pale, hanging on by my fingernails When sorrow knocked at my door, I was too afraid to answer anymore In the midst of life I am dead, lay me down by the riverbed I let the water heal my wounds, the mist falls and I am consumed Anxiety has me this pale, hanging on by my fingernails Bound and tied I could not stay, open corridors in empty space Lead me to the river, I will follow Lead me to the river, I will fall