dumb as death s head

The The

Accept your situation and your life will never change
Should I do this...or should I do that?
And should I say nothing when I've got nothing to say?
Won't someone stop me, I'm falling down again
Am I losing my resolve to dissolve my weakness?
Am I losing control over my spirit or soul?
This life will be the death of me
There's a silence in my head
My tongue is tied & my mind's eye blinded
Is there nothing left to say?
Am I steeped in tradition or numbed by indoctrination?
I have a worm's eye view of the world
I surround myself with familiar things
I feel my knuckles go white and I hang on grim faced to reality
If life is measured in seasons
My autumn has arrived before my spring
I'm becoming trapped in a tomb of my own making
Dumb as death's head
Everything will be alright in the morning light
Everything will be alright in the morning light