I was caught in a cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralyzed
I thought that everything else would just wait
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night
Is not going to help at all
Because there’ll be no safety in numbers
When the right one walks out of the door
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can’t win
My songs now are still power songs. Many have to do with over coming the urge to crawl into my head and be alone once more. The lone wolf indeed … or simply not letting the rage consume me.
I woke from a horrible nightmare this morning, so much for sleeping in. I’ll have Floyd on all day until the Bear comes home and I will fight the urge to dawn the armor of the past. Stress is a b*tch! What can I say.