Lost for Words (Tour Rehearsal 1994)

I was spendin' my time in the doldrums

I was caught in a cauldron of hate

I felt persecuted and paralyzed

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 gonna 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 enemies

And I ask, could we wipe the slate clean?

But they tell me to please go fuck myself

You know you just can't win