The Mind
I'm so tired of being unhappy
and there's no one else I can tell
Because everyone else is so full of theyself
They can't hear how I'm going through hell
I got a crick in my neck like a lock.
I haven't smiled for real since last week.
And even then was it an evil grin
Or was I smiling through tears.
Chorus
The mind it is a prison cell
And a cave in the dark with no map
And a game that I'm in that I don't want to win
And a magical fantasy realm.
I wake up to a list of shit I don't want to do
I'm behind and I'm late and I'm lost
Why even begin a game you don't want to win?
The prize is not worth the cost.
Because the mind it is a prison cell
And a cave in the dark with no map
And a game that I'm in that I don't want to win
And a magical fantasy realm
Where there's angels and daemons and devils
And dragons and witches and war
And centaurs, demigods, 12 year old heroes
In a battle against cruel power.
I got forms to fill out and people to pay.
My day is over before it starts.
I'm locked up on one side. I've lost the will to try
But they say take heart, take heart.
Because the mind it is a prison cell
And a cave in the dark with no map
And a game that I'm in that I don't want to win
And a magical fantasy realm
Where there's angels and daemons and devils
And dragons and witches and war
And centaurs, demigods, 12 year old heroes
In a battle against cruel power
Where the weak ones learn their own strength
And are saved by unlikely friends
And the path that you take determines your fate
Which you can't know until the end.
