The Midnight Chair

“Ride it out”, they told you

You will learn a thing or two

Face away too soon

You’re through

Sweat it out, breathe slowly

Stripped of everything that’s holy

Silhouettes of doom are surrounding you

Every lie consoles you

All the things you’re going through

Tie you up to serve the few

So you cry: “Bewitch me”

“I don’t need this pain, just take me“

Funny for you to surrender too