The panicked lives of men
Could lead a strong young kid to his dying bed
With every dilated second in between.
The panicked lives of men
Could lead a sick old man to his feet again
I'm on my knees with every indecisive thing.
I wish I knew the words that would stick inside your head and make your judgment work
I swear to god I wish I knew those words.
I wish I knew the words that would stick inside your throat and make your stomach hurt
I swear to god I wish I knew those words.

The stage has been set
The actors undress
They're holding their breath
And reading their scripts.