Just Another Monday

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
This kingdom's built on envy and a code I can't rewrite,
A prisoner of Plato in a cave without a light.
For every dream I have ever had, there is a fatal flaw
I borrowed my desires from a life I never saw
My heart's a hollow chamber where the only guest is loss,
Cartographer of ruin, mapping out the total cost.
The rain that I keep praying for would only help me drown,
And wash away the footings of this sad and broken town.
It's a page from Dostoevsky that I can't stop reading through,
This underground resentment for the chosen and the few.
It's a rivalry with shadows for a prize that isn't there,
A contest I keep losing, my own self-inflicted snare.
I'm kneeling at an altar made of what could never be,
The patron saint of this sad and lonely, lost mythology.
Cervantes knew the madness of a quest that isn't real
But he never wrote the chapter on the way the armor feels…
when it starts to rust.

(Chorus)
IT'S THE SACRED, THE STRONGEST UNDERTOW
TRAPPED INSIDE A PERFECT PRISON BUILT JUST FOR ME
DRAGGING ME INTO A HELL ONLY I KNOW
THE RIVER OF MY LONGING FLOWS TO A COLD, ENDLESS SEA

POISON I DRINK 'CAUSE THIRST IS WHAT I WANT TO FEEL
I DROWN MYSELF IN DREAMS JUST TO FORGET THE REAL
A GOSPEL I HAVE WRITTEN ON A SINGLE, TATTERED PAGE
THAT TURNS MY LONELINESS INTO A SANCTIFIED, GILT CAGE
A KINGDOM BUILT ON RUINS THAT I CLAIM AS MY DOMAIN
A FREEDOM I DEFEND THAT ONLY TIGHTENS UP THE CHAIN
I CAN'T IMAGINE ANY OTHER WAY I COULD BE
CEPT IN THIS PERFECT PRISON WHERE THE ONLY GUARD IS ME.

(Verse 2)
I tried to trade the ocean for a puddle in the street,
Thought a lesser kind of water was the penance for defeat.
But her anger was just anger, and her flaws were just a fact,
Not a noble, tragic lesson, just a poorly written act.
The puddle just dried up, a constant, living lie,
A monument of cracked earth underneath a vacant sky.
I tried to find my solace in a harbor that was wrecked,
And blamed the ship for sinking from the course that I had set.
She was just another mirror showing what I couldn't be,
A casualty of my own war with sacred effigy.
It's a literary basement, a retreat of spite and dust,
Where you learn to call your loneliness a form of sacred trust.
I'm dying of a thirst that only poison seems to quench,
While I fight to reach the shoreline from a self-made, sinking trench... gaze in the abyss

(Chorus)
IT'S THE SACRED, THE STRONGEST UNDERTOW
TRAPPED INSIDE A PERFECT PRISON BUILT JUST FOR ME
DRAGGING ME INTO A HELL ONLY I KNOW
THE RIVER OF MY LONGING FLOWS TO A COLD, ENDLESS SEA

POISON I DRINK 'CAUSE THIRST IS WHAT I WANT TO FEEL
I DROWN MYSELF IN DREAMS JUST TO FORGET THE REAL
A GOSPEL I HAVE WRITTEN ON A SINGLE, TATTERED PAGE
THAT TURNS MY LONELINESS INTO A SANCTIFIED, GILT CAGE
A KINGDOM BUILT ON RUINS THAT I CLAIM AS MY DOMAIN
A FREEDOM I DEFEND THAT ONLY TIGHTENS UP THE CHAIN
I CAN'T IMAGINE ANY OTHER WAY I COULD BE
CEPT IN THIS PERFECT PRISON WHERE THE ONLY GUARD IS ME.


(Bridge)
There's a lighthouse and a siren. There's a prayer and there's a scream.
One calls me to the jagged rocks, one calls me from the dream.
Every drop of rain outside is whispering her name
While a different kind of thirst is setting my own soul aflame.
It's the rapids of the body versus virtues of the soul
A war for my attention that is taking its own toll
To be a better man... or just to not feel so alone...
God, the current's just so strong... and I am so far from the shore.

(Chorus)
IT'S THE SACRED, THE STRONGEST UNDERTOW
TRAPPED INSIDE A PERFECT PRISON BUILT JUST FOR ME
DRAGGING ME INTO A HELL ONLY I KNOW
THE RIVER OF MY LONGING FLOWS TO A COLD, ENDLESS SEA

POISON I DRINK 'CAUSE THIRST IS WHAT I WANT TO FEEL
I DROWN MYSELF IN DREAMS JUST TO FORGET THE REAL
A GOSPEL I HAVE WRITTEN ON A SINGLE, TATTERED PAGE
THAT TURNS MY LONELINESS INTO A SANCTIFIED, GILT CAGE
A KINGDOM BUILT ON RUINS THAT I CLAIM AS MY DOMAIN
A FREEDOM I DEFEND THAT ONLY TIGHTENS UP THE CHAIN
I CAN'T IMAGINE ANY OTHER WAY I COULD BE
CEPT IN THIS PERFECT PRISON WHERE THE ONLY GUARD IS ME.

(Outro)
The current's got me...
The rain is coming down...
Just another Monday...
Drowning in this town...
The tide is always turning...
From the spirit to the skin...
And every single morning...
The fight begins again.