Blacken The Page - Therapy?

The truth is loose

The truth is loose

And it’s coming after you

Your reckless youth, it’s residue

It’s catching up with you

This restlessness, this restlessness

Like you’re at war with yourself

And your skin’s on back to front

And you don’t know what you want

Behold in me, behold in me

A bad example of free thought

Through endless nights I am a witness

Frescoes of the skull

Born over a grave

We count down the days

And fill in the space

To blacken the page

I want it erased

Blacken the page

A way with words, a way with words

You can’t switch off from yourself

Shut it off, shut if off

Let the silence sing itself

I want this over

This rubbish

And I’m sure you feel the same

In a moment

I’ll be finished

And all else will remain

Born over a grave

We count down the days

And fill in the space

To blacken the page

I want it erased

Blacken the page