Lyrics

So, I’ve been thinking
And I guess that’s the real problem
Seems like every thought turns solemn
Calm pondering
Turns dark,
And I fall and spin

There’s no controlling him
Or his evil intentions
As my hopes and goals become my prison
He’s hidden close,
that mental troll
Lurking inside but always hidden
Always Hidden

It turns out
There’s a fine line
Between cynical and hollow
The gravity of sorrow grabs hold (grabs hold)
Every caution ridden question’s swallowed
That inner voice takes control
My subconscious turns cold
And I’m deceived by
my own fool’s gold
my own fool’s gold

He closes in
He closes in
He tightens his grip
Tightens his grip

He closes in
I can’t break free
I’m buying it
What he’s selling me

He closes in
I’m trapped again
Im giving in
Inevitably

It turns out
There’s a fine line
Between cynical and hollow
The gravity of sorrow grabs hold (grabs hold)
Every caution ridden question’s swallowed
That inner voice takes control
My subconscious turns cold
And I’m deceived by
my own fool’s gold
my own fool’s gold
Oh…

It turns out
There’s a fine line
Between cynical and hollow
The gravity of sorrow grabs hold (grabs hold)
Every caution ridden question’s swallowed
That inner voice takes control
My subconscious turns cold
And I’m deceived by
my own fool’s gold
my own fool’s gold

He closes in (closes in)
He closes in (closed in)
He tightens his grip (tightens)
Tightens his grip

He closes in
I can’t break free (can’t break free)
I’m buying it
What he’s selling me (he’s selling me)

That inner voice takes control
My subconscious turns cold
And I’m
Deceived by
my own fool’s gold
my own fool’s gold
(my own fool’s gold
my own fool’s gold )