| I never ever can remember
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| All the things that go bump in the night
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| Quietness uncovers
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| Betrayal now hovers
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| And my comfort levels not quite right
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| I’d love to stay and evaluate
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| But my torture can’t wait
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| It seems I’m losing ground
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| Welcome all to my disciplined breakdown
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| I never ever can decipher
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| Who listens to the words I say
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| While I sense I’m searching
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| I never know who’s lurking
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| To scare my sacred thoughts away
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| I’d love to hang and chat a while
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| But my mind’s become vile
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| It seems I’m losing ground
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| Welcome all to my disciplined breakdown
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| I never ever can contribute
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| To finding all the faults that sustain
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| Never mind the answers
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| To who spreads the cancer
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| When the questioning of why remains
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| I’d love to sit and rationalize
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| But my tongue’s become dry
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| It seems I’m losing ground
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| Welcome all to my disciplined breakdown
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| Breakdown Reality
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| Breakdown my ability to get it back
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| Breakdown honestly
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| Breakdown now deliver me
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| From all this madness and all this agony |