| Lyrics: | Played out, wide off the mark,
mania develops,
akin to fiction,
more than to a word
of fact.
My own worst enemy.
My own worst enemy.
Lifes foul teachery.
My
own worst enemy.
Dams of emotion build
a dull and turbid screen,
cloudlike
veils of black
in jungles of hopes oppressed.
(repeat chorus)
So many
times,
for no reason.
So many promised punches,
for what reason?
Ceaseless
decay,
parallel obscene and flagrant.
Ceaseless decay,
restrained my mind
coils.
So many times,
for no reason.
So many promised punches,
for what
reason?
Ceaseless decay,
parallel obscene and flagrant.
Ceaseless
decay,
restrained my mind coils.
(repeat verses 3 & 4)
(repeat verse 1 and |
