- Mike Portnoy

"Pawn is in the womb???"

(Burning my soul)

A thorn in my side, a chip on my shoulder

A lump in my throat, the size of a boulder

The chill up my spine, can't get any colder

And you wonder why I can't smile

A knot in my gut, an ape on my back

In the heat of the moment

I'm knocked off the track

You drop the ball, I pick up the slack

And you ask me why my hair's gray

Twisting, turning

Losing all sense of yearning

Living and learning

The pressure keeps on burning my soul

Burning my soul

Burning my soul

I say it's green and then you tell me it's red

Keep your thoughts and ideas

Locked inside of your head

We've got someone

Who can think for you instead

And he sounds just like the last one

Twisting, turning

Losing all sense of yearning

Living and learning

The pressure keeps on burning my soul

Burning my soul

Burning my soul

Burning my soul

Burning my soul

Responsible thinkers

Throw caution to the wind

But I find myself

Speaking from within

I can't live my life

Walking on eggshells

To stay on your good side

Using your words

Controlling my life

Can't you see it's my words

That gives you your life

So I hurt your feelings

Well I'm really sorry

But I don't give a shit, no...

Twisting, turning

Losing all sense of yearning

Living and learning

The pressure keeps on burning my soul

Burning my soul

Burning my soul

Burning my soul

Burning my soul

Burning my soul

Burning my soul, yeah