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