Blacken the Page (Therapy?)

The truth is loose The truth is loose And it's coming after you Your reckless youth, it's residue It's catching up with you This restlessness, this restlessness Like you're at war with yourself And your skin's on back to front And you don't know what you want Behold in me, behold in me A bad example of free thought Through endless nights I am a witness Frescoes of the skull Born over a grave We count down the days And fill in the space To blacken the page I want it erased Blacken the page A way with words, a way with words You can't switch off from yourself Shut it off, shut if off Let the silence sing itself I want this over This rubbish And I'm sure you feel the same In a moment I'll be finished And all else will remain Born over a grave We count down the days And fill in the space To blacken the page I want it erased Blacken the page