Depression sets in No one's looking at you They figured you out They know your routine They know the score They've done all they can for you I've done all I can The road is long the road is wide I buried myself half alive But I'm seeking truth, higher ground I'm humbled when I make An honest mistake The timer is set for guilt to set in You taught me the dance with Pavlov's approach And heavy hand I used to perform for you I just can't perform Burning in the sun Dyring up the tears as they fall One, by one, until there's none Detachment sets in I'm done looking at you Does that make me the stronger man? Is victory mine? Funny, I don't feel so strong Funny, I don't feel...