Slow Dance

If you pull too hard,
 Then the string will break
 And if you leave the slack
 Then the string won't hold
 
So how can we find ourselves?
 Trapped in our own private hells
 Where we just scream but no one can hear
 X marks the spot where the dig begins
 The treasure is found within
 The broken hearts that are soaked with fear
 
Fill the glass to the brim
 And it will spill out
 Keep on sharpening the knife
 And it will be so blunt
 
So how can find ourselves?
 Trapped in our private hells
 Where we just scream but no one can hear
 X marks the spot where the dig begins
 The treasure is found within
 The broken hearts are soaked with fear
 
Empty Your Mind,
 Of All Thought (x3)
 
Empty Your Mind!!!
 
To be at one with all your life
 And do without doing a thing
 Don't try too hard to understand
 Or you'll miss the point at hand