| Cave In Anchor | |
| Whatever makes you tired, the resting always fails | |
| Because anywhere you lay yourself's a bed of nails | |
| Whenever you exhale, | |
| I breathe it in the air | |
| You offer me a seat in your electric chair | |
| Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind? | |
| You know better than | |
| I do, so clue me in | |
| And every day you ask yourself, "Why was I born?" | |
| Because every migraine feels like wearing a crown of thorns | |
| And all the time | |
| I find you crawling on all fours | |
| Because any movement sends you falling through trap doors | |
| Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind? | |
| You know better than | |
| I do, so clue me in | |
| Your tongue in cheek | |
| Too late it's already days and weeks before we can make ends meet | |
| Am I right? | |
| And you're wrong? | |
| Too late it already takes too long, too much to be flushed with you | |
| Oh, too much to be flushed with you | |
| Whatever makes you tired, the resting always fails | |
| Because anywhere you lay yourself's a bed of nails | |
| Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind? | |
| You know better than | |
| I do, so clue me in |