Torment

And so you're standing alone with yourself Looking at the ground cut from under your feet And you ask again Why you, not they? Why me, not you? And you keep sink deeper into filth And you keep despising mirror image And you keep asking yourself Why you, not they? Why me, not you? You're falling to the bottom, can't get lower Sinking into malaise, nobody around Holding up your hands in an asking gesture And your torment lasts... and lasts!