It isn't the writhing that's getting me down
It isn't the stuttering, muttering sounds
It isn't the stumbling walking to town
It isn't the buttons are making me cry
It isn't frustration when doing my tie
And fumberly fingers can't do up my fly.
What's it all about, whats it all for
Who's that knocking loud, on the front door
Can you let me out, through the back door
What's it all about, whats it all for
It isn't the temperature making me hot
It isn't the flu bunging my head up in snot
No it doesn't matter if anxious or not
It's not the obsessively way I eat cake
No not even cursing for my goodness sake
Nor no longer caring if early or late
What's it all about, whats it all for
Who's that knocking loud, on the back door
Can you let me out, through the front door
What's it all about, whats it all for
Peace in my spirit
Making peace with my pain
Finding peace where I lay my head to rest and float away
It's more the detachment from life going on
And knowing your mind will be going then gone
And left with an echo of favourite songs
It's almost like dreaming and waking reversed
Like acting a play that is under rehearsed
Where nothing is said in a million words
The taste in your mouth of the loss and decay
Anxiety, fear and the panic at play
The screaming for hope as all hope fades away
The dark and the shadows preparing attack
The dopamine demons are on their way back
The dripping saliva from mouths of the pack
More than just blood, more than just bone
More than just flesh more every day
More than just love more than just sex
More than just life more every day
Peace in my spirit
Making peace with my pain
Taking peace to a place where I can rest and I can pray