Science of the Mind

In the science of the mind there is no forgiving Paralyzed, I lay here sleeping Quiet as a little child Heart starts beating blood rushing pounding Moving quiet as a little lamb In the science of the mind Limbs are bound, devoid of movement The injuries we do in kind Are visited upon us often In the science of the mind Trying hard to move a shadow Don't bury me I'm still alive The science of the mind unyielding The science of the mind unyielding The science of the mind unyielding