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