From the recording Anthology XV

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Lyrics

I turned my head to stop the light
You held a candle and a silver knife
The words were black the words were cold
I'd never given thought to your fool's gold

In my world
Constricted
by the hands of definition - here
I've taken
and beaten all the ways
they've complicated me
In my world I need rebirth

I turned my voice to another cause
They've sent morality to fight on distant shores
I've held the truth I've held despair
deep in my lungs dyed as black as my hair

In my world
Constricted
by the hands of definition - here
I've taken
and beaten all the ways
they've complicated me
In my world I need rebirth

I need to be
someone with some worth
I need to be
someone with some worth

I've turned this water into blood
I've spent so many years lost in this flood

In my world
Constricted
by the hands of definition - here
I've taken
and beaten all the ways
they've complicated me

In my world
Constricted
by the hands of definition - here
I've taken
and beaten
all the ways they've complicated
all the ways they've reinvented
all the ways they've devastated
all the ways they've desecrated me