Picking the Same Lock Lyrics

For those that labor to breathe
For those who wobble in constant degrees
And the edges don't quite meet

They sold all they've known
And for what expense
To crawl through this pinhole
They're burned by their own wishes

To what extent
Can a man keep picking the same lock
He'll keep on it
With a willingness

You can lie in the middle of the street
And shout one hundred times a day
They will wince to hear it
Put some blood in your cheeks
And shout

To what extent
Can a man keep picking the same lock
He'll keep on it
With a willingness

Lie say want go with no rest
Locked in these walls

Keep on it with a willingness