Satisfaction has a pull
Its gravity so gentle
Lying to my empty part, saying
Your desires will deliver
Your ambitions satisfy
Find peace in creativity
My skills are empty
House building using snake skin
I'm the foundation
But I blow in the wind
Skills are full of promise
They grow ambition
But what good are unkept promises
So convincing, pulling my will
My passions push me screaming
That my own flare will fill
This deep want for satisfaction
I can't find it still
Trying to rest in my own skill
People praise the work of my hands
Demand I was born for higher things
Maybe I am
Higher than Church and yearning souls
Higher than not my will, but yours
The strength of my own hands
So convincing, pulling my will
My passions push me screaming
That my own flare will fill
This deep want for satisfaction
I can't find it still
Cause I'm not resting in you
I'm resting in my own will