I know that, for at least a thousand years, I haven't tried,
And I know that, for maybe ten or twelve long years, I've seen you cry.

And I know that where the chains of doom are kept, I find my shoes,
And I know that gotta save myself again, win or lose.

I know that the pressure of the world is sin - don't ask me why,
And I know that it comes in ways that can't begin to pay the price.

And I know that where the chains of doom are kept, I find my shoes,
And I know that gotta save myself again, win or lose.

Tell me you've seen around the world,
Tell me you crawled inside my tomb, became all knowing then slithered down the reins to hide some more,
Turn away from me,
All my pride, all my time,
And when you washed away all of the indications,
All my pride, all my time,
All my pride, all my time,
All my pride, all my crime.