Twisting within your own soul Again, a burning heartbeat races through my throat Another yearning to break out of my bodily prison Wish you were here, wish I was there, wish I was anywhere As I listen to my own death creep ever closer and closer My funeral march is already playing, now where's the gate? The last chord is almost upon us, as compelling as the first I have to admit that the time we had was good, the best Tic-tac-tic-tac-tic-tac, the big hand sweeps me away NO! Not yet! I twist within my own soul to break free So many windows beneath which I've stood when no one was home Such pressure, such a self made dungeon in which I live Too many dreams crushed, too many desires left unfulfilled Mostly I blame myself, not others, for my inevitable failings