My head aches.

It's been two stiff years
Since they dragged me through the dungeon.
I've had a hard time feeling the right emotions,
It's tedious work.

Like an old school phone operator,
I'm somewhere inside connecting wires
Sometimes the signal cuts
Sometimes I think I don't get paid enough--
The whole ordeal is really a cruel and mundane thing.

I'm left in my booth drawing cosmic doodles in the margins of my papers.

I was thinking about offing myself.

I mean, I've been thinking about quitting my job.
I brawled with demons like a man,
But one fought its way into my breath
Now I'm feeble again and my body is paralyzed with doubt.

I think I'll work something out,
It'll be something good

But tonight it's temple massage dramatic sighs,
Heavy like their drunken eyes.