Hunger Strike

Lie awake in a hospital bed
With only the hum of machines
To drown out these thoughts in my head
Like a force that cannot be seen

Losing air alone in a room with no end in sight
White knuckle these attacks when they strike
Wait for looming darkness to subside

It's trapped inside and I can't let it out
Like a body outlined in a damaged mind
One, two, three, four

Irony in chains
Irony in chains
They're the same, they're the same, they're the same, they're the same

Well wishes under a thick coat of dust
Good intentions bent to fit
Nerves ground down to heavy rust
Scraped away by nails bit to the quick

Losing air alone in a room with no end in sight
White knuckle these attacks when they strike
Wait for looming darkness to subside

It's trapped inside and I can't let it out
Like a body outlined in a damaged mind
It's trapped inside and I can't let it out
Like a body outlined in a damaged mind
One, two, three, four

Irony in chains
Irony in chains
They're the same, they're the same, they're the same, they're the same

Throwing sand in the eyes
Crushed under the weight of the highs
What's left after the will is trampled under calloused eyes?
Episodes where I struggle to see the light at the end of the tunnel
Suppress the need to understand
What is suffering and what is normal