I don't know where to start
This consistent battle against
Unnerving tension
I feel it every day within these walls
No matter how hard I try
No matter how hard I try

I seem incapable
Of extracting whatever it is
That is causing the pain that it spreads
I seem incapable
Of extracting whatever it is
That is causing the pain that it spreads

A chill that bores a hole right through
My own sense of self

Unnatural chill to this air
Temperament of unease
Rustling with the wind, my slight squint punctuated
By deepening crow's feet
Unnatural chill to this air
Temperament of unease
Rustling with thе wind, my slight squint punctuated
By deepening crow's feet
What have wе left?
What have we left?
What have we left?
What have we left?

I seem incapable
Of extracting whatever it is
That is causing the pain that it spreads
I seem incapable
Of extracting whatever it is
That is causing the pain that it spreads