Sitting Up And Rubbing Tired, Rested Eyes,


The Conscience Rises To Intercept The Lies


The Secrets Of The Competition Pleasure Are Revealed


Escaping From The Mighty Cage That Once Was Locked And Sealed


Despite Living In Hell, This Saint Has Kept His Head Quite Cool


Seething, He Could No Longer Sit There Like A Fool


Angered, Restless, Shamed, Tired And Torn


Locked Up In That Cage Since The Day That He Was Born


Suffering In Silence, His Fate Would Not Be Known


In A Society Where Everybody, On The Inside, Isn't On Their Own





Waking Up To See The Light


Grab The Heart Strings


Pull Them Tight


There's A Pain


Inside My Chest


As Artificial Face Gets Laid To Rest





Outbursts No Longer Controlled, Measured, Sensible And Kept In Check


He Laughs And Looks Me In The Eye, As He Tightens The Noose Around My Neck


Grab My Arm And Take Me Away


Show Me Thoughts Of Yesterday





Tomorrow Could Have Been Much Brighter


If He Hadn't Reared His Ugly Head


He's Trying To Prevent The Sinning


And Trying To Make Me Repent Instead


I'll Try To Pretend That I Like It


So Defeat Doesn't Cloud My Soul





So When I Cry


Turn Out The Light


Spare My Foes


The Ugly Sight


I'll Kick And Thrash


Until He's Still


Only He Can Win


My Mind Is Ill





My Mind Is Ill


So I'll Kick And Thrash


Until He's Still





The Ugly Sight


Not Seen By My Foes


There Is Not Light





His Triumph Over Me


Has Improved My Social Grace


For Once The Bad Man Has Been Put


In The One And Only Place


Where He Cannot Hurt The Loved Ones


ANYMORE


NEVER AGAIN


No, Not More.....