If a stone holds you down, keep your head above ground
Though the foothold can be merciless
In a world not your own, it’s the weight of the stone
Holding me, holding you, very fast, quite fast

It’s not the weight of the stone that’s holding you down
It’s the way it fascinates your mind
And just because it causes you to fall
Don’t mean it tempts me very much at all
I can see that it feels like a millstone is tied around your neck
But if you come clean and say "I don’t have it together"
You can still keep your faith in check

3,7,9,10,12,14 feet - no spineless fellow here
Down below 100 more, and not a sign of fear
X marks the spot at 145, a stone dislodged held him fast
How could he know while now alive? 13th day would be his last
They tried and tried to bring him to the surface in vain
If a stone holds you down, keep your head above ground
Though the foothold can be merciless

For 12 more days, the foothold was merciless
With no possible means of ingress or egress
In the end a paradox was found
The beast that held him was a 10 pound stone
Are you afraid, are you afraid?
That where He takes you is a cold dark lonely place
Where it’s hard to find his face, hard to find his face
In a world that is not your own

In a world not your own, it’s not the weight of the stone