Goodbyes were said Before I lost all sense of consequence At midnight tearing down I hold it under By the neck The cold eyed creature of my consciousness Can't sleep before it drowns I hold it under It took years to get this good At sending myself into oblivion Into oblivion I am almost there I am almost there again If I don't wanna die Why do I need the nothing? Who am I anyway? Why do I always have to destroy to create Backstage in the mirror (Oh, I bet you are!) Caught up in stories about how my former glory is lost And how I used to be better (You were never good!) I agree but that still leaves me with two choices And one, is isolate myself and drink too much and burn it down And two, is to just quit But I can't do it I've over committed So number one it is Right or wrong, the map that finds these songs Always sends me into oblivion Looking for a light In this darkness All the lonely nights Traveling into oblivion