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I've built a dam inside my mind
With every single pain behind.
But slowly things are getting worse
And I might die if it should burst.
Who was the greatest liar
Who's been my dearest friend?
His name is Optimism,
"It gets better in the end."
Cracks like veins upon the dam
Threaten to submerge this land,
This safest plane inside my head
Where famine looms and all are dead.
Who else could be my mother
And shelter me from harm,
But Pessimism, even now
I'm beckoned to her arms.
I cannot caulk it on my own
But here I stand now all alone.
I first built this dam to last;
And still it stands to dam the past.
Who was he who never was?
I learned from Pessimism,
That Happiness was just another
Lie by Optimism.
Rolling thunder waterfalls
And crumbling stone to earth is called.
What I build is never strong.
The wall weeps water; Won't be long.
Who was she from whom I'd hide
And flee from her in vain?
Why my soulmate Misery,
Who's had me on a chain.
The ground is quenched, its fires quelled;
Am I to drown in my own hell?
My final bastion, turned to mud
Of soiled dreams and sweat and blood.
I remember Innocence
Before he passed away.
I remember how the tide
Was lower in his day.
Atop the crashing flood I see
A ship that's sailed by Misery
But in the mud, my feet I've moored
I'll drown before I go aboard.
Envy was my mentor
Who pushed me to succeed.
Destroying everything I had
And leaving only greed.
As viciously the waters rise
I swim with tar upon my eyes.
But near me now is cast a rope
In fear I hold ere I let go.
My lifelong friend Futility
Whose footsteps I walked in
Was offering me a lifeline
And a life of being him.
To undertow I give myself
And into murky depths I delve.
"I promise you," he calls, "A life
Of toil and torment, sin and strife"
I cannot breathe but hear me now;
Leave me, Misery.
Leave me, all my friends. I've failed.
I'll drown, Futility.
And with the weapon loaded
I brought it to my lips
And took to tasting bullet wine
With one fulfilling sip.
I've built a dam inside my mind
With every single pain behind.
But slowly things are getting worse
And I might die if it should burst.
Who was the greatest liar
Who's been my dearest friend?
His name is Optimism,
"It gets better in the end."
The cracks shoot up all on its face
And threaten to submerge this place,
This safest place inside my head
Where famine looms and all are dead.
And who could be my mother
And shelter me from harm?
Pessimism cautions me
And bids me to her arms.
I cannot caulk it on my own
But here I stand now all alone.
The stone face rumbles -- is it stone?
Or made of glass and brittle bone.
Who was he who never was
And gave my mind a schism?
Happiness was mythical;
A lie by Optimism
Rolling thunder waterfalls
And crumbling stone to earth is called.
The things I build are never strong.
The wall weeps water; Won't be long.
Who was she that I did hate
But never would leave me?
Misery did hold my hand,
Soul mates we could be.
The ground is quenched, its fires quelled;
Am I to drown in my own hell?
My final bastion, nothing more,
No higher ground, no happy shore.
I remember Innocence
Before he passed away.
I remember how the tide
Was lower in his day.
Now I can only stand and wait
As water works and desecrates.
This flood is sailed by Misery.
She bids me thither, "Come with me."
Envy was my mentor
Who pushed me to succeed.
He destroyed all that I had
And gave me only greed.
The water sweeps me straight away.
Amidst the turmoil a voice does say
"Come with me, I'll give you life
Of toil and torment, sin and strife!"
My lifetime friend Futility
Whose footsteps I walked in
Was offering me a lifeline
And a life of being him.
I will not stand them anymore,
Leave me, Misery.
Leave me, all my friends. I've failed.
I'll drown, Futility.
And with the weapon loaded
I kissed its metal lips
And briefly tasted bullet wine
With one fulfilling sip.
