From The Ashes Of Disaster

I'm feeling like a loser I'm feeling like a shithead And I'm wondering why I'm wasting breath On words already said On words already said I'm sitting on the couch now Idol on the screen is glistening And I ask myself why I am sitting Watching what I'm missing Just watching while I'm missing A tortured soul making his own pain A slave holding his own chains A zombie eating his own brains A grave digger burying his own remains ...and I ask What challenge am I seeking Of self loathing I'm reeking At what point do I tear down the curtain Instead of 'round it merely peeking From behind it never peaking Guess I will grab a pair of scissors Gleaming, shining, sharpened, glistening And sever the tethers I use to hold me back Speaking while I'm listening Yes, speaking, saying, but also listening Building a tribe from the son of a bastard The servant now has become the master After a broken bone, the healing comes faster A new life born from the ashes of disaster I can see myself without a mirror By looking at the way I'm thinking I realize I'm the only one over me who has control I can stare into myself without blinking And I've stared into myself without blinking ...so I Picked up my guitar and started playing I wrote some words and now I'm singing My mind, my heart, my soul are out upon the table And through them my voice is ringing, Chiming brightly, they're all ringing I was a Tortured soul making his own pain A slave holding his own chains A zombie eating his own brains A grave digger burying his own remains But now I'm Building a tribe from the son of a bastard The servant now has become the master After a broken bone, the healing comes faster A new life born from the ashes of disaster