Toil Lyrics

THE OPPORTUNITIES ARE ENDLESS
AND THEY CIRCLE MY LEADEN CORPSE LIKE VULTURES
WHILST DOOMSDAY SCENARIOS CARVE HOLES IN MY MIND
LIKE WOODWORM THROUGH ROTTEN TIMBER

IT'S AN ENDLESS STRUGGLE
TO BANISH THAT SOPORIFIC FOG
A CLOYING VISCOUS SHROUD
WRAPPED AROUND DEADENED SYNAPSES

CEASELESS
STRIVING
THE BURDEN OF ENDEAVOR
NEURONS ACHING

SHRIEKING MANDIBLES OF INTERNAL MONOLOGUE SCOUR MY CORTEX
A LANDSCAPE OF POSSIBILITIES POCKMARKED WITH HOLES
SPIRAL CONTENT STRIP-MINES BELCH LETHARGY
I AM HOLLOWED OUT AND DRAINED
EMPTIED OUT INTO THIS ENDEAVOR
I AM HOLLOWED OUT AND DRAINED

THERE ARE NO SOLUTIONS - TOIL
AND YET THE WORK MUST CONTINUE EVEN AS NERVES BURN
BARBED HOOKS OF LETHARGY ANCHORED DEEP
FROM PULLEYS OF SISYPHEAN CYCLES
THE TETHER EVER TIGHTENING
AT THE PROSPECT OF ESCAPE
AND LASHING AT MY MINDS SKIN
AS ACHIEVEMENT ELUDES BY FLAILING GRASP

VICIOUS
CIRCLES
BARBED AND SELF DEFEATING
FUTILE
DEFIANCE

IT WILL
NEVER
BE GOOD ENOUGH TO REST