Testo Stones And Feathers

There's nothing left for me to do just like time and time and time again what else is left for me to prove? but when it comes around I can't help falling down Is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just the weight of stones & feathers I'm not myself maybe I'm never Just like tear that fades away just like a word I can't express or can't explain a thousand voices in my brain I wish they'd comfort me instead it's torturing Is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just the way I'm made to measure I'm not myself maybe I'm never When all is said and done I confess I've had enough is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just a chill that lasts forever I'm not myself maybe I'm never Is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just a break in heavy weather I'm not myself maybe I'm never