In the Thicket - Dead Meadow

You don’t know what to do

A prison of all view

Now you’re caught, no room left to move

Another point to prove

A thicket of all view

I see doubt in all you call to be true

A self so defined

By all you call mine

A tie that won’t unbind, you keep trying

Another point to prove

A thicket of all view

I see doubt in all you call to be true

True as it may seem

As true it can be

No great truth to set you free

Past the western wall

Past the prison wall

Talk comes slow if at all