the same old fear Video (MV)

In a moment of misdirection
I found myself floundering
In a moment of silent reflection
I heard myself arguing... again
The same old fear
The same old fear
In a moment of realised perfection
I heard my soul questioning
In a moment of weak concentration
I found myself retracing... again
The same old fear
The same old fear
In a moment of splintered attention
I saw pathways beckoning
In a moment of confused intention
I found solace deep within... again
The same old fear
The same old fear
I am in a corridor with many doors
Locked doors to rooms that hold my memories
I am on a pathway where two directions converge
The one to choose is clear, is obvious
Yet I find myself hesitating
It feels like I am tethered to something
Something that is pulling me, dragging me
It draws to the pathway of least resistance
A pathway of fears and comfort
To create more memories to hide behind locked doors
The same old fear
The same old fear
The same old fear
The same old fear