Come Hell Or High Water

I still think to myself and wonder if this was worth it

For it seems that these days I can't stand still for a moment

(I'm sick of drifting)

And my feet won't rest or re-oppress their pivoting

Oh misery, your familiar face still lingers around

(Oh harmony, I never see your face around)

Needless to say, I'm a victim of lunacy

But that can't begin to explain how

This happened to me, for I still can't believe

That my life is now constantly pulsed in three

And now I can see

This vast devilry you've cast upon me

I'll be stuck in these steps for all eternity

And who would it be if it were not me?

My life once worth living is enslaved by treachery

It seems to be that hell's high waters

Have brought forth to me an unspeakable horror

I can't seem to just stand in one place

And misery won't loosen her callused grip

But if I trip, perhaps her hand could start to slip

And I've tried my best, but my feet, they will not rest

I'm oh so conscious and that's why lunacy will tear me apart

Harmony, an unfamiliar face that now lingers around

Needless, so needless to say

That we're only victims after all

You help me keep these cursed legs from swaying all around

But this time, they'll agree with me

Oh, surely this will contend with my misery

So I begin hacking through flesh and bone with fine cutlery

Now surely this will amend all my dignity

(I'm sick of drifting)

And as this weight is lifted, I'm now content as an amputee

You've used every moment to torment me

Now severed and screaming, I will at last be free