you're the breath in us too
you're the test of what's true
you're the one that stops them
you become the problem
it's just a different side
of the many walls in your mind
the walls with secret panels
built with knives and hammers

petrified
by what you've done - and you've just begun
I hope you get your way
but what a price to pay
petrified
by what you've done - and you've just begun
I hope you get your way
but what a price to pay

you're the pain I go through
to get to where I need to
you're the retribution
a sordid institution
it's just a different way
of "saving face", as you say
a face that spares no malice
that drinks the poisoned chalice

you take the falling rain
you make the sun that dried it
you shoulder all the blame
you've got the strength to hide it
led emotion to the door
remind me who you were before

petrified

you are the wheels in motion
a wave of self-promotion
you beat a different drum
the rhythm's strong, but no fun
you are the vengeful hand
that tasted sweet, but so bland
you are my one protection
but you try to hard to get them

you take the falling rain
you make the sun that dried it
you shoulder all the blame
you've got the strength to hide it
led emotion to the door
remind me who you were before

petrified

what a price to pay
what a price to pay
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by Dickinson