| F | C | |
| I was | spending my time in the | doldrums |
| F | C | |
| I was | caught in a cauldron of | hate |
| F | C | Am | |
| I felt | persecuted and | para | lysed |
| G | F | |
| I | thought that everything else would just | wait |
| While you are wasting your time on your enemies |
| Engulfed in a fever of spite |
| Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades |
| Like shadows into the night |
| To martyr yourself to caution |
| Is not going to help at all |
| Because there'll be no safety in numbers |
| When the Right One walks out of the door |
| break |
| C | G | |
| Can you | see your days blighted by | darkness? |
| C | G | |
| Is it | true you beat your fists on the | floor? |
| C | G | Em | |
| Stuck in a world of | iso | lation |
| D | C | |
| While the | ivy grows over the | door |
| So I open my doors to my enemies |
| And I ask could we wipe the slate clean |
| But the tell me please go fuck myself |
| You know you just can't win |