The ceiling cracks above my tired head

I’m drowning in the words I never said

The shadows dance along the peeling wall

I’m waiting for the heavy axe to fall

Another day of bitterness and spite

I’m losing touch with everything that’s right

The pulse is racing, drumming in my veins

I’m shackled tight by invisible chains

There’s no escape from what I’ve now become

My senses cold, my spirit growing numb

The demon wakes and takes the lead

He plants the poison, sows the seed

I’m turning cold, I’m turning grey

My humanity just slips away

A hungry wolf is roaming in my chest

He never sleeps, he never lets me rest