Like a dull pain in my head Buried by my
fantasies and Crowded by old memories I
can't isolate the disease So it
spreads Like a dull ache in my heart Just
one thought starts to spark A raging fire of
doubt No juice to put it out Cuz my
creative wells are dry From mental
drought Looks like a dull night by myself
again And I got no money and no
girlfriend And I'm thinking too much And
I'm making pretend Inventing problems and
despair to wallow in It's pretty dumb Like
a dull knife in my back I'm my own worst
enemy This war inside of me Keeps on taking
the same casualty But now I'm ready to launch a
counter-attack Yeah! (Yeah! Right)
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