The page has turned against the rippling tide

Suicide is carved on my side

Death has come knocking on your door

Whispers on the phone with wisdom

Wisdom on the phone with time

I must think

The scripture has us crashing us to the moon

Memories has told of us of this doom

The desert sand has covered us in tears, oh dear

Whispers on the phone with wisdom

Wisdom on the phone with time

I must think

I must think at the bottom of the well

I must think to escape the claws of hell

I must think and I must escape

Fear is only what you believe

Fate is what you perceive to be

Flesh is all we are