Those old feelings of frustration
Remaining bits of fits of rage
Less important forms of fortune
Cornered by your shadows face
Your last chance to get dressed
and walk out the door again
sore to the bone and alone
force fed what we're told to worship
It gets worse when we don't expect it
The truth hurts because we can't accept it
It's said that life goes on
Almost too long after the thrill is gone
So we wait for what
That feeling that we keep locked up
So tight like lovers by candle light
A story told to the wind
A force of habit we know we repeat
We keep what should be free
See demons inside dreams
So they haunt the world we need
To stay alive we just breath, eat and sleep