Self-Inflicted

Written by: Michael Domaracki

SELF-INFLICTED

I BRING IT ALL ON MYSELF, I AM
 THE CATALYST OF MY OWN DEMISE
ALONE WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING
GROWING OLD WITHOUT GROWING WISE

I FEEL THE PAIN, YES, OF MY OWN MAKING
BUT LOOKING BACK INTO THE CORE
THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL IS TAKING ME 
BACK INTO THE ABYSS ONCE MORE

I WRITHE AND I SCREAM 
POURING MY INSIDES OUT
WITHOUT SLEEP, WITHOUT DREAMS,
WHAT IS THIS ALL ABOUT

THE BEGINNING OF THE ENDING AGAIN
I FEEL LIKE I’M LOSING MY MIND
ALONE WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING
WITHOUT SIGHT, LIKE A MAN IN A CAVE, I’M BLIND

I BRING THIS ALL ON, THE SHEER DISGUST I FEEL
NO ONE TO FALL ON, TO SAVE ME FROM WHAT’S REAL
ANGEL ON THE LEFT, DROWNED OUT BY DEMONS CRIES
THEY SIT ON MY RIGHT AND I BELIEVE THEIR LIES, AND FOLLOW THROUGH TO THE OTHER SIDE…

THEY SAY YOU HAVE THE STRENGTH TO CONQUER ALL
TO OVERCOME YOUR DEEPEST FEARS
BUT OUT OF THE DARKNESS, COMES FURTHER DISSENSION
THAT HAS LAID IN WAIT FOR ALL THESE YEARS
I FIGHT TO SEE THE POSITIVE
HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL
BUT BY ALL ACCOUNTS I’M IN THE NEGATIVE
NO EXCEPTIONS TO THE RULE
I BRACE MYSELF FOR IMPACT
PREPARE TO FACE THE IMPENDING FALL
A MEANS TO AN END FOR ALL THAT I LACK
ANOTHER DAY WITH MY BACK TO THE WALL

I BRING IT ALL ON MYSELF, I AM
THE CATALYST OF MY OWN DEMISE 
ALONE WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING
GROWING OLD WITHOUT GROWING WISE…

AND THE SADDEST PART OF IT ALL
IS THAT IT IS ALL SELF-INFLICTED…