Turmoil Before Enlightenment

Waking up I can't feel my fucking legs

losing my mind losing faith in man kind

I can't count on anyone but family and friends nobody understands.

Now I can't feel my hands

Depression clouds my head while I'm strapped to this bed

Depression clouds my head while I'm strapped to this bed.

Striking matches on my feet

pins and needles everywhere

cinder blocks tied to my legs

You don't know real pain

Is this real or is it fake

Is it something I can shake

You don't know real fucking pain

Until you feel mine

Losing faith on a bathroom floor

curled up in a ball,

I can't take this anymore.

Yes I can say this has made me into a better man

please try to understand that suffering comes before enlightenment.

I'm losing time to do what I want to do

cold inside

I'm holding on you better fucking move

Back on top no looking back

I'll run right though you

This disease will not kill me

or bring me down one bit

I don't care if you don't understand you probably never will

This disease will not kill me or bring me down one bit

One bit

There's to many things in front of me

for me to give a shit