How can I breathe? Expectations smother me
And each new picture that I paint seems to be more gray.
The thread of love, the thread of loss
It's hard for you to see just what it costs.

And then it goes on further from my eyes
I can not hold this inside me
My arms are pinned down by lies
What more could I have asked of you
The needle in your mind will run me through

The lie that counts, is that I don't feel anything when I'm put down
If I don't count, why am I still held responsible for my doubts?

A dozen wrongs still doesn't make you right
Of course a dozen rights is not so great in hind sight
I am just as bad as you forgive me for these things I am confused

The lie that counts, is that I don't feel anything when I'm put down
(It becomes more about what is to be gained)
If I don't count, why am I still held responsible for my doubts?
(It become less about what is inside)

First time played live: August 28th, 1999
Last time played live: August 30th, 2003