I

was

spen-

ding

my

time

in

the

dol-

drums

I

was

caught

in

a

cauld-

ron

of

hate

I

felt

per-

se-

cu-

ted

and

pa-

ra-

lysed

I

thought

that

e-

very-

thing

else

would

just

wait

While

you

are

was-

ting

your

time

on

your

e-

ne-

mies

En-

gulfed

in

a

fe-

ver

of

spite

Be-

yond

your

tun-

nel

vi-

sion

re-

a-

li-

ty

fades

Like

sha-

dows

in-

to

the

night

To

mar-

tyr

your-

self

to

cau-

tion

Is

not

gon-

na

help

at

all

'Cause

there'll

be

no

safe-

ty

in

num-

bers

When

the

right

one

walks

out

of

the

door

La-

dies

and

gent-

le-

men!

The

win-

ner

By

a

knock-

out

Can

you

see

your

days

bligh-

ted

by

dark-

ness?

Is

it

true

you

beat

your

fists

on

the

floor?

Stuck

in

a

world

of

i-

so-

la-

tion

While

the

i-

vy

grows

o-

ver

the

door

So

I

o-

pen

my

door

to

my

e-

ne-

mies

And

I

ask

could

we

wipe

the

slate

clean?

But

they

tell

me

to

please

go

fuck

my-

self

You

know

you

just

can't

win