Salt in the Wound

I want to disappear Far from the folks I know I want to get an answer To why I was even born No one here can tell me What's been haunting me all my life Well, this rat race has left me limping 'Cause I balanced on the edge of the knife Why am I here? Oh, what should I do? Well, is this the point I'm trying to prove? If there's a God in my head Then there's a devil too How can I tell the difference When they both claim to be true? Maybe God is God Maybe the Devil is me Well, I just throw my chains on And tell myself that I'm free Chains, are they really there? Is this just in my head? Well, I'll just stay in bed Life sure has its meaning Over years I have postured the sum Thieves and preachers robbed me For many hat that I've hung Now with my heart wide open I listen to the wind just for a word Sure, I know it's futile But that's all I have in this world To look down from the hill and howl at the moon All the tears I cried never salted any wounds Well, the earth is so tender and cruel Well, if you're not there it's still so beautiful Howl, howl, howl, howl...