I was spending my time in the doldrums, I was caught in a cauldron of hate, I felt persecuted and paralysed, I thought that everything else would just wait. While you are wasting your time on your enemies, engulfed in a fever of spite beyond your tunnel vision reality fades like shadows into the night to martyr yourself to caution.Is not going to help at all 'cause there'll be no safety in numbers. When the right one walks out of the door, can you see your days blighted by darkness? Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?Stuck in a world of isolation while the ivy grows over the door. So I open my door to my enemiesand I ask could we wipe the slate clean, but they tell me to please go fuck myself. You know you just can't win.