My Final Relapse

My Final Relapse - PREY FOR NOTHING

Picking the wound with the hands of a healer

That has gone sour in years

Insight entombed, till the fog will get clearer

With searing comes that fear

An overcoming urge

To default, to obtain

The latest power surge

Of a little change in plans

Shudder to think of the consequences

Of the this angry-filtered letting go

Like the moth to the flame I'm attracted

To the only path that I know

Chorus:

A repeated answer to the mundane ordeal

Which comes from a man who can't tell what is real?

A personal struggle, euphoria no longer apply

'This is my final relapse' he had sworn to the lie

C-part :

A man with no future will ask

What is right? What is wrong?

Cannot foresee the coming disaster

The same sickening old song

Chorus...