Lost in the tune of the rhythm of the downhill slide.
Locked in, they're calling it life,
I took apart my head and put it back together
And that still didn't change my mind,
I was weighing out the jagged changes on a scale that always lied,
It always lies,
I'll understand the meaning of it all, yeah, right?
When I learn to fly....
Plowing down the tube in a disillusioned tailspin,
I was trying to find the safest way to get the fuck out of my head,
(no) so I'd cling to a pattern, to a trip,
To a grip of my dismal last straws,
I got so stuck in a daze that I took my sail down,
I wanted to bail it all....
Clean up the drying stains
(break away or break down)
Sew up the bloated pain
(break away, you're gonna break down)
Drain the power and starve the will
Through a systematic self denial,
A chorus of meathooks, digging in my skin,
Daring me to close the file,
To contemplate all the wasted time
And the terminal paranoia,
As I fester away inside myself....
"Brother, it will destroy you!"....
To look back on the living breathing nightmare
(walk away)
The tentacles of self blame, itching to the surface
(walk away)
The sealed cocoon in the bottom of a ravine
(walk away)..
Darkest valley, lying under the sun
(walk away)...
I rip me, I heal me, I climb out, I fall in.
It finds me, like a sickness, like breathing, depression...
Like the tarnish on a tainted soul.