Traces of Use

Every night I think about the day on the rise Every dawn is another trial of deeds done in deep despise Pushing the envelope to make a mark Heading into complete chaos It's a long way there but even the end has a start In lack of strength I'm going under Fundamental values turned into something I don't want to know All former beliefs torn asunder Made into what I have come to think is purely psychological Like being accused of perjury Beliefs crack with plot holes in a worn-out story But sooner or later I'll be back from what they call hell With vengeance I'll pound the pavement And they will see who's back on their feet again In lack of strength I'm going under Fundamental values turned into something I don't want to know All former beliefs torn asunder Made into what I have come to think is purely psychological In lack of strength I'm going under Fundamental values turned into something I don't want to know All former beliefs torn asunder Made into what I have come to think is purely psychological In lack of strength I'm going under Fundamental values turned into something I don't want to know All former beliefs torn asunder Made into what I have come to think is purely psychological