The Defeatist

Black stars dancing in my eyes Dear anger it's hard to accept you Every encounter took its price Down in your trophy hall of lies Shards of the mirror fall Your phase is shifting Shards of the mirror fall Your phase is shifting Let there be a cure For I can no longer endure I tried to deny her existence That long and bleak January morning When I tried to hide my worries The wind feels so cold on my journey These memories prevent tranquility Like a piercing thorn that rests in my flesh The pleasure of daylight on my skin is so thin Once more my anxiety started to spin Coffee spots on the breakfast table From peanut butter with bread back to my bed Covered under sheets where the pain's growing Restlessness becomes a habit I have lost the desire to speak For my mind has become too incomplete Hallucinations in my mind induced By the pills the doctor had reduced As my nerve leaves its sheath In vain is my relief Discrete but obsolete My life on repeat Routine sets minds at ease Dispute brings always grace Disgrace oh disgrace we're not alone Pull the thorn back out of my flesh and bones Disgrace oh disgrace we're not alone