The Volstead Act - Toil Lyrics

I'm tired of the mask
I'm tired of the pain
I hate not to be in the moment
But I'm tired of the rain

Dig a little deeper
Keep your head above the water
If you push a little farther
You'll see the crowning of new life
It's okay to be frustrated
But it verges on antiquated
When you can't see that light is born of the darkness
No day without the night

There doesn't seem to be a helping hand in sight
Another sleepless night
Another thought has taken flight
Into paranoid delusions
Heartache and seclusion
And overthought conclusions

I'm giving up
I'm giving out

You must move forward
With no end in sigh
You must strive for resolution
In the middle of the fight
There are no greener pastures
To do right is might