Chip away

Poked a hole right into myself
And inside I found someone
Who said I was ok?
Still I don't feel easy!

On this tree
Among the blossoms
Caustic ally
I am the thorn

Close my eyes
To take up spare time
I wish just could be
Where the crowd goes
With the crowd
They must be going somewhere

Up from the catacombs
I can be into the Angel again
He took the high road
And I took the low road
We both were dirty faces
We both were dirty faces

I don't, I don't, I don't,
Don't feel easy?!
I don't, I don't, I don't,
Don't feel easy?!