2007-07-07 - 1:34 AM
I’m just a physical man, fighting phantoms
That flash in front of me at random
Ghostly manifestations
Of a corrupted imagination with no limitations
I can’t fight what can’t be touched
And sometimes it’s all too much
The light turns off and my mind shuts down
And I retreat back to the underground
Blinking in and out of existence
Like the phantoms in their persistence
They’ll haunt me to the very end
And all I can do is try to defend
My right to a peace of mind
That I’ve been searching for so long to find
This life I’m living has gone off course
Blown in the the wrong direction by an unseen force
