Not at the centre, the centre of the world
When I am on a pedestal
You did not raise me there
Your laws do not compel me
To kneel grotesque and bare
I myself am the pedestal
For this ugly hump at which you stare
You who wish to conquer pain
You must learn what makes me kind;
The crumbs of love that you offer me
They're the crumbs I've left behind
Your pain is no credential here
It's just the shadow, shadow of my wound
I have begun to long for you
I who have no greed
I have begun to ask for you
In the medieval epic poem Perceval the wound of the grail or fisher king can only heal when a son-like figure (here Perceval)  asks for his pain . The whole song can be read as an attempt to convince a reluctant part of one soul to get interested in the pain and wound that has been ignored for par too long.
Avalanche