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That creature lurks within my bones
And I feel it rising fast
It's the dark night of the soul
I'm the train that jumped the tracks
I can't negotiate or plead
With the lizard being deep inside of me
The gift of self is squandered
I am in the throes of giving up the ghost
And the battle rages ever on
Am I the symptom or the seed?
I'm told there's something more
Like a band-aid laid over
A self-inflicted bullet hole
I've tried to bargain and I've begged
But the phantom never eases its grip on me
The gift of self is squandered
I am in the throes of giving up the ghost
Why? Unwitting supplication
I will not concede, my life belongs to me
And the battle rages on and on
I dropped my guard and let you in
Awaiting real life to begin
A one-in-twenty chance to beat the odds
We can't control what's in the past
Man makes plans and God just laughs
What fate awaits the few who mock and disregard that cosmic law?
I'm prey and predator
I'm the bull and I'm the matador
I am the burning question scrawled across the floor
Trapped under lock and key
I'm a combination known to none but me
I am the exiled in the desert of the freaks
The path to wellness starts with me
A homeostatic state of being
At least, for now that is the dream
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