Twisting within your own soul

Again, a burning heartbeat races through my throat

Another yearning to break out of my bodily prison

Wish you were here, wish I was there, wish I was anywhere

As I listen to my own death creep ever closer and closer

My funeral march is already playing, now where's the gate?

The last chord is almost upon us, as compelling as the first

I have to admit that the time we had was good, the best

Tic-tac-tic-tac-tic-tac, the big hand sweeps me away

NO! Not yet! I twist within my own soul to break free

So many windows beneath which I've stood when no one was home

Such pressure, such a self made dungeon in which I live

Too many dreams crushed, too many desires left unfulfilled

Mostly I blame myself, not others, for my inevitable failings