"The Lone Road"

The road that seems so hopeless, so tiring, so desolate, so lonely, full of false hopes and dreams, leading into the dust, one which makes me want to cry out but I can't, I want to scream, I want to throw up from the turning of my stomach, but I sit here blasting my lungs, I sit here in a puddle of tears, I feel so cold... I sit, oh I sit in between three sides, the three sides. I worry, oh I worry upon the ringing bells of hell. The tugging of my will, oh the tugging of my will, whom has the stronger will? Will it be countless wars, full of pointless babble? Will I see the light at the end of this dark tunnel? The swords, oh the swords lay in bundles being sharpened. All through the restless night, oh the restless night, I sit and deal problems of myself. The Fourth Depression be upon me. Let it burn! Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is doing the exact... same fking thing... over and over again expecting... sht to change... That. Is. Crazy.