Depression
DEPRESSION Stupid shmuck stuck in the trap of the mind’s crap In a corner pitiful mourner no where to run Insidious worm winds its way throughout the soul No relief in sight from the infectious bite Self annihilation masochistic mutilation the fool's goal No way out silent shout quiet scream day and night Head hurts from the dirt clean the tape wipe the slate Transgressed destroyed the blest receive the unrest High on the hill air nil ground quakes footing shakes Below the cliffs rocks wait feet ache From the serpents bite hold on tight Don't be remiss avoid the abyss of the night No remedy can relieve the cruel chill Take a pill pay the bill don't shout wait it out Time passes negativeness crashes rejoin the masses Safes within the womb like the prior tomb Sharp objects seek you out but cannot pierce A heart that beats within a soul so fierce The only way out is into the light Pitiful mourner backed into a corner time to fight Bare teeth taste blood tense stud The rage swells ring the bell out of hell self propel Gnawing itch slay the bitch your niche time will tell Christopher Cole www.thecloserssong.com Written November 25th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 06:59 AM PST 0 • 1
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"DEPRESSION..."