Woorden: A Perfect Circle. Rose.

Don't disturb the beast the temperamental goat the snail
While he's feeding on the rose
Stay rose, and compromise what I will, I am

Been around the wind silently blown about
Again I'm treading so soft and lightly
Compromising my will I am

I am my will so no longer
Will I lay down play dead play hard to
In the headlights, locked down and terrified
Your deer in the headlights shined down and horrified

When push comes to pull, comes to shove, comes to step around
This self destructive dance that never would've managed
I rose, I roared aloud, hear my will, I am

I am my will so no longer
Will I lay down play dead play this
Kneel-down, gun shy martyr, pitiful
I rose, I roared, my will I am