Depression is a terrible affliction. Dedicated to Ian Curtis of Joy Division, who was an inspiration to our music writing in ways.
Well as I sit here waiting, anticipating, what’s going to blow
Blow up in my mind....
My heart starts to race, I lose faith, breakdown to my knees
And I start to cry…
Well I’ve got two choices, to live or die
And sometimes, all the time, you wonder why not suicide.... Why not suicide?
And if my life shatters, nothing matters, coz if it did, you know
That it’d be unkind....
I get comfort from the thought that there is no after-life, all I know is
Is that it’s not quite time to fly
My screams turn to laughter while I look after, the empty memories
The empty memories deep inside
When my imagination’s at its best I’ll never rest, and I’ll search for new answers
You know I’ll fucking never find, you know somehow I’ll never find
And when I think of death I don’t forget, what they told me in Church,
What they told me was a lie
And to myself I confess I’m depressed, they’re gonna hang me
They’re gonna hang me without being tried
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