Wearing thin, dragging out Like a cellophane daydream You and I, eye to eye Chasing something we can bury deep Black sheep, crawling Toward the sound Glass house, falling Toward the ground I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna know Place the fucking blame Blame Set the pace Where you gonna go? You're stepping on your soul Where you gonna go? You're stepping on your soul