Agony
Ó 1997  Anthony Congiano

I find my face, in the crude

I don’t deserve this kick in the mud

Argue my mind, every way

I’ll leave me for another day

Pity my pride, fold up and cry

I think I’ll crawl off and die

Agony

I hate the hurt inside of me

Agony

In me my worse enemy

I sail and sore, certain doom

In the circles of … a swirling room

I’ll end up where, I just had been

I’d try but I … just can’t win

I’ll curse me no, no matter what the cost

I’d love me but, my luck is lost

Agony

I hate the hurt inside of me

Agony

In me my worse enemy

Just enough… to crack a smile

To prolong my pain… for a little while

I bow my head, tuck my tale

I pray to whale, still I plan to fail

Like a forgotten fall, down an endless well

While I wallow in… my own privet hell

Agony

I hate the hurt inside of me

Agony

In me my worse enemy