From the first ATP album. This is a song about finding one's own way, no matter how treacherous that way may be. Update: Thanks, once again for the featured! I appreciate the love!

Lyrics: (If I can remember correctly.)

You stand, a wanted man, filtered through the sky.

Those depths greet them with their heads held so high.

Reject it all, don't breathe at all.

You're in a ship to related to shit.

I'll say it again and again.

Just stay your hand, they'll be your friend, cracking bones in the lion's den.

Just stay your hand, they'll be your friend. You'll crack the bone in the lion's den.

Silence is friend to regrets alone.

I'll stand in my own real skin, in my own real skin again.

It belies the quandary of faith. In the storm without a friend.

You stand a targeted man, acquired from the sky.

Death greets you, and your head is held so high.

Invited it all, though you tried not to in this simulation given the worms of this green earth.

Just stay your hand, they'll be your friend, if you trade them bones for your dying wish.

Just stay your hand, they'll be your friend, trade them bones for your dying wish.

Silence is Hell for those that feel.

I'll stand in my own little line, in my own little world again.

It belies the quandary of faith. In my hole without a friend.