My life has always been easy, Going through the motions, breezy, I won't preach about the struggle, Why should I even bother? There must be something wrong with me, I can't sleep, I can't even dream, you see? I keep a nightlight lit until the wee hours, Hoping to keep on rebuilding these towers, The last defence ring of my accursed mind, But the archers, shit, they're going blind, Monsters running in, breaking down the wall, But in the darkness noone hears the call, The beacons are lit, Gondor calls for help, Should I give in and die like a worthless whelp? Nah, that ain't me, I can handle, maybe Don't fret for me, there's nothing you can do, baby, Because how do you fight an ill desire, A monsterous behemoth in your own brain, It's like getting hit by a runaway freight train, Laying on the tracks hoping death finds you, Before giving in to the endless psychosis, it's true, I am holding down the barricades, barely, but yes For how long, take a motherfucking guess.