Acid

How can I expect to read between the lines
When the story is changing all the time?
Pages torn from every book
If you want the truth you’ve got to know where to look

This taste on my tongue is as bitter as the sun
Shining through in these darkest of time
Depression’s rot is burning through my mind

I’ve got to get a grip, but can a man reverse the tide?

What can I do? Where can I go?
I’m fighting off the demons, is this all I’ll know?
What can I do? Where can I go?
I’ve got to face my demons, got to regain control

My mind is racing and it doesn’t stop
Because my twisted mind has got me watching the clock
And as the hands go tick and tock
The burning in my brain just won’t stop

As realities blur I become paralyzed
By visions of my own demise
But if I hold no trust in fate
Then all I have to lose are these restraint