Played out, wide off the mark,
mania develops,
akin to fiction,
more than to a word of fact
My own worst enemy
My own worst enemy
Lifes foul teachery
My own worst enemy
Dams of emotion build
a dull and turbid screen,
cloudlike veils of black
in jungles of hopes oppressed
(repeat chorus)
So many times,
for no reason
So many promised punches,
for what reason?
Ceaseless decay,
parallel obscene and flagrant
Ceaseless decay,
restrained my mind coils
So many times,
for no reason
So many promised punches,
for what reason?
Ceaseless decay,
parallel obscene and flagrant
Ceaseless decay,
restrained my mind coils
(repeat verses 3 & 4)
(repeat verse 1 and)