In Spite of These Times - Terror

Through these eyes to the mind,

I will regain control,

In spite of these times,

What the fuck have I become,

I’m outta my mind,

I will regain control,

In spite of these times

I stood by

I’ve watched you

Crumble

Slowly

I won’t let any of it

Force me into the cracks

I won’t lie

I’ve bled through

I’ve stumbled

So lonely

I have no time for any of it

I’m hitting back

Through these eyes to the mind,

I will regain control,

In spite of these times,

I stand high

No rescue

No cry for help

Pull myself out of

A living and breathing hell

A feeling of loss

It’s all gone soft

My face to the grindstone

Is all I’ve ever known

Through these eyes to the mind,

I will regain control,

In spite of these times,

What the fuck have I become,

I’m outta my mind,

I will regain control,

In spite of these times

I’ve stood by

I’ve watched you

Crumble

Slowly

I won’t let any of it

Force me into the cracks

Force me into the cracks

I’m hitting back

Regain control