Woe - The Road From Recovery

chained to a path that leads to the end & try to escape but it's best to pretend & i stray from the course, stumble back at the bend &...progress always leads to regression & there are visions in sleep but reality's worse & you struggle for peace but are locked with this curse & start moving forward but end in reverse...&...progress always leads to depression & start from the end, if you look you will see & the regression & there are visions in sleep but reality's worse, i struggle for peace but am locked with this curse & strain to push past but know you'll end in reverse &...progress always leads to depression & face to face with what should not be & these words are all weapons aimed squarely at me & armed to the teeth, preparing for war & compounding with malice forevermore & there was a day we used to know & where we'd desire and it would be so & but though we know just what we see & we cannot reach it, we are too weak & despondent, corrosive, we circle the drain & my will falls to opposition, who's left to blame & but the source of this compulsion? it lies within & simple actions and reactions halt what could have been & still we rise in opposition, denounce or fates & contradicted by our nature, which lies in wait & complete corruption of all we choose & because this body demands it always lose & overwhelmed by the world & overwhelmed by the truth & anxiety & can you feel it crashing down? & yes through this blood flows dedication & my serotonin turned and fled & fate gave up god, found depression & every fragile peace tempered by its hand