Lost for Words - Tour Rehearsal 1994

I was spending my time in the doldrums
 I was caught in a cauldron of hate
 I felt persecuted and paralyzed
 I thought that everything else would just wait
 While you are wasting your time on your enemies
 Engulfed in a fever of spite
 Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
 Like shadows into the night
 To martyr yourself to caution
 Is not gonna help at all
 'Cause there'll be no safety in numbers
 When the right one walks out of the door
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 Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
 Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
 Stuck in a world of isolation
 While the ivy grows over the door
 So I open my door to my enemies
 And I ask could we wipe the slate clean?
 But they tell me to please go fuck myself
 You know you just can't win