Accept your situation and your life will never change

Should I do this...or should I do that?

And should I say nothing when I've got nothing to say?

Won't someone stop me, I'm falling down again

Am I losing my resolve to dissolve my weakness?

Am I losing control over my spirit or soul?

This life will be the death of me

There's a silence in my head

My tongue is tied & my mind's eye blinded

Is there nothing left to say?

Am I steeped in tradition or numbed by indoctrination?

I have a worm's eye view of the world

I surround myself with familiar things

I feel my knuckles go white and I hang on grim faced to reality

If life is measured in seasons

My autumn has arrived before my spring

I'm becoming trapped in a tomb of my own making

Dumb as death's head

Everything will be alright in the morning light

Everything will be alright in the morning light

But will everything be alright in the morning light?