Civil War

When you sleep what do you see? Are your dreams a mechanism for release? Well we all know there's only one real way this thing can go And it's not attractive but it'll have to do When every fiber of this carpet is staring into space And it's soaking up whatever's left of you Watch it fall and rise again Oh this sweeping cascade to the fluid life you live Well I need a doctor or at the very least a hand to hold So I can ditch these medications I self-prescribed Because these breaths are oh so labored, but long since overdue So I'll breath these breaths again and breathe anew I'll be the last one standing in the battle with myself In three years time, will you believe In every single criticism you've received? Did you not notice the new horizon coming round again? And it is lighting up these fences you must mend It sure as f*ck will not be easy, but what worth having is? Well, one way or another I know this I'll be the last one standing in the battle with myself