[Music - D. Ott / Lyrics - T. Leonard]

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 find 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: