Teeth on the barrel, looking back
All black, just another panic attack.
Now I notice it's all a little off track,
Always me against myself.
I am the enemy, nobody worse
It's perverse the way these thoughts disperse.
Free ride in the back of a hearse,
Always me against myself.
Put me in the ground; move it along.
They said "Be strong" well they were wrong.
Getting impatient for the end of this song,
I was never myself.
~JAD
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