St. Augustine’s Day — Low Man’s Land – Video

St. Augustine #39;s Day -- Low Man #39;s Land
I was greeted sour With a new weariness in my will power at the gates of Low Man #39;s Land. It took me an hour before I could cower At the deed I #39;d done by own own hand. Here I am again I say that I a lot Probably as often as I say I will stop Couple months here Couple months there This is, on purpose, unclear Because I hope you don #39;t care It hit me again like an addiction from when it first cropped up years ago, maybe ten Witnessing friends acting like it can #39;t affect them But I #39;ve been battling these demons long enough to know I need to escape Low Man #39;s Land Break down the gate And help me stand Rip down the fences Pull up the white flag I surrender Help me get out of No Man #39;s Land (x2) I was naive to think I could get out alone It hasn #39;t worked for years and I #39;m haunted by moans Left dignity at home and my soul #39;s left to roam In the right light it #39;s apparent I don #39;t feel right in my bones Deep in my marrow Something has stuck Like a chronic illness Or a long case of sick luck I know can #39;t will this Into what I want So I #39;ll try to distill this Into words drawn from thoughts In phrases from dreams Still haunting me To this day in way that raises Questions it seems These mazes mean These aren #39;t phases I go through Since there #39;s no in between And there #39;s no end to go to I need to escape Low Man #39;s Land Break down the gate And help me stand Rip down the fences Pull up the white flag I surrender Help me get out of No Man #39;s Land (x2) I was greeted sour With a new weariness in my ...From:ziselViews:2 1ratingsTime:02:26More inMusic

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St. Augustine's Day -- Low Man's Land - Video