| Apathy
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| Was a game I never played
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| Cause agony
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| Is a feeling I’ve been steeped in slow
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| Swapping all my smiles for a scowl
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| And sheltering my shortcomings from every prying eye
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| But I’m letting the old demons out
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| Bringing down the walls around
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| All the denial and the doubt
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| I won’t be satisfied, till the sacrings faces fate
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| Making a mockery of mythology and tried traditions
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| For I was blind now I can see
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| Every obstacle, through soliloquy
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| Clears it’s path in front of me
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| But I’m letting the old demons out
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| Bringing down the walls around
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| All the denial and the doubt
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| And if I suddenly sink
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| Into a cowardly drink
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| To drown out the swarm
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| Of the hive minded bees
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| Strike the spirits from my rigid lips and pull me out
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| The tide all tumbling in
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| But I’m letting the old demons
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| Bringing down the walls around
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| All the denial and the doubt
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| Every painful plea aloud
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| Kicking the old demons out
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| Bringing down the walls around
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| All the denial and the doubt. |