If i were in that state of mind
The bell jar kind
Where nothing has sense
No feeling and without heart
The kind where hope had died and been buried.
The state of mind that seems eternal
Where nothing seems to help
Being told that light is after dark
As obsolete as the horse carriage.
The state of mind
Whose weight can smother out the bravest of hearts
Extinguishing the flames of the brightest enthusiasm
If i were in that state of mind
Perhaps i would find a method
One without meaning, as cold as my heart
Or the method as a message,
A scourge for those that follow
A state of mind that would take me from many
That robs me of chances
That would leave me without words
No matter what was left, good or bad
Righteous or evil
With note or without
That is all it is
A state of mind that can be changed.
It may be embraced, letting it ruin
Or fight.
Go to war with your mind and lead the strike.
Even though outnumbered you may be
So when you find yourself in that state of mind
Fight on, and endure,
that your heart may endure more.
