Ooh 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 gla** to the brim And it will spill out And keep on sharpening the knife And then it will, it will be so blunt 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 (To be at one with all your life) So how can we find ourselves? Trapped in our own private hells Where we just scream but no one can hear (So how can we find ourselves?) To be, at one, with all your life (Trapped in our own private hells) (Where we just scream, but no one can hear) And do, without doing a thing (X marks the spot where the dig begins) (The treasure is found within) (The broken hearts that are soaked with fear) Don't try too hard to understand Or you'll miss the, miss the point at hand