My Gavel Hand کے بول

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: