Givin' until you're old
The crooked claws of control are
Diggin' into your soul
You've got

Method, madness and boldness
Tunnel vision with goals, and
Somebody to hold
But on

Days when your head's a mess
Until the issue's addressed
You'll be frustrated at best
Give up!

At the first sign of despair, you're
Marching back up the stairs
To where you don't have to care
Too much!

-Now there is nowhere to run
From this ugly truth
That digging deep down inside
There is a lazier you

Pulling strings in your mind
Away from what you should know
Afraid of what you might find
If you would reap what you sow

Sometimes a craving for fun
Becomes a terrible dream, Un-
til just under the skin
So I can almost see

It's something hurting and cold
And tryin' to fight its way out
There is no sharing this load
You're gonna break yourself down...

...This is
From self-defense
This is
In your own head
This is
Not how to mend
This is
From self-defense

Another plan you devise
Believe in free enterprise
But all your dreams are just lies
You don't

Have any stars in your eyes
Or have your eyes on a prize
You don't want to have to try...

...This is
From self-defense
This is
In your own head
This is
Not how to mend
This is
From self-defense