Release

Drowning in a sea of righteousness
There's only me and the caresses of the waters of my brain
That rise and fall in me again and leave me lying
Set against the season's whitest snows
So my inadequacy shows as I fight against the pain
On the bed where I have lain, alone and crying

Behind the charity charade, there lies the gleaming silver blade
That treats my body with disdain
That evermore it shall remain there petrifying
Destined for consumption by the crowd
I ride along, aloof and proud to be amongst the fold again
And to no longer be insane but slowly dying

Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm

Behind the charity charade, there lies the gleaming silver blade
That treats my body with disdain
That evermore it shall remain there petrifying
Destined for consumption by the crowd
I ride along, aloof and proud to be amongst the fold again
And to no longer be insane but slowly dying
Or maybe buying my time