From lying words of a silken tongue
As I wrestle with what�s real
I�m so entangled I can�t feel
Instead I lie idly by
Thinking like a captured fly
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These thoughts become an infestation
continual manifestation
of my mounting aggravation
at my own inner stagnation
Thoughts of doubt come creeping in
Crawling through my head and under my skin
Creating an itch that I can�t scratch
It seems my mind has met its match
So I lie here in agony
Wondering what�s in store for me
[chorus]
Paralyzed, my soul becomes
A place so dead that maggots roam
My ever present discontent
Has somehow caused my impotence
Now I can�t do anything
But lie back and watch my wounds bleed
[chorus]
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-Portia 2003