Cripple Me

The scarring of the year mounts my chest Twelve months of solitude in light of the rest What kind of future can I achieve now? If nothing's final, why am I bound? What can I achieve? Nobody will see Oh, anxiety Cripples me Nobody will know Nobody will show Oh, the hidden key To a lifetime of being free Shed a kilo, what's three more? Break me down closer to the bone Self concern is starting to mount My body breaks and I pout What can I achieve? Nobody will see Oh, anxiety Cripples me Nobody will know Nobody will show Oh, the hidden key To a lifetime of being free (Can I make one suggestion?) (Okay yeah) (Rather than the hardware, or the rim) (Or whatever that is that you're playing on in the quieter bit) (Wanna try the floor tom but really lightly, really quietly?) ('Cause the rim or whatever, wha, what is it you're playing? (The hi... the edge of the snare?) (Yeah right yeah, it sort of takes the soul out of it) (I mean, your playing's great) (It's nothing wrong with your playing, it's...) It's the part I gave him (Yes I know, so I'm suggesting...) (What I'm suggesting is really lightly on the floor tom) (Same thing, same playing) (But just, that'll give it more bottom) Do you wanna do that for the odd time signature? (It's just a suggestion) (If you wanna go back to your thing) (Maybe it sounds better in the room) (Maybe it sounds like there's more soul in the room) (Than it sounds out there)