My Gavel Hand

Running blind and out of breath
But in the wrong direction
I don't recall or recognize
My own reflection

Locked myself in a cell I can't breach
My key to sovereignty lies just out of reach
Can't set myself free

Can't seem to keep down my last meal
Can't turn back the hand I deal
Feel like I'm caught in foreign land
Exiled by my gavel hand

A rat in a cage I'm spinning the wheel
But getting nowhere
The gallows my stage I'm seen by all
Performing to no one

This could have been my finest day
A drug that expends me, the price that I pay
Can't throw it away

Can't seem to keep down my last meal
Can't turn back the hand I deal
Feel like I'm caught in foreign land
Exiled by my gavel hand

The cage that I'm in is formed from my own design
No way out that I can tell
Stay here forever trapped inside my own mind
I know every corner so well

And I fear that when I finally found the will
The atrophy will keep me lying still

But I'm tired of the darkness and I'm tired of the smell
But I'm torn, I don't know anything else
And I'm tired of the nighttime and I long for the day
But I'm torn, I don't know another way

Running blind, out of breath
Spinning the wheel but getting nowhere
Running blind, out of breath
Spinning the wheel but getting nowhere