The time [bad word] again like clockwork
 As swiftly the manifest arises
 So too does it flee
 Preying upon constitution
 Free will to recognize the tyrant
 Blinding my need for self preservation

 Unknown to the wretched perpetrator 
 darkness plagues this once joyous heart
 Calloused by scores of constant anguish
 At the hand of the most revered
 [bad word] 
 No longer will confusion hold me
 Reaching for the strength to stand tall
 Knowing I'm better off without 
 Pretending you're even there

 Forging ahead with new found freedom
 Relinquishing burdens taking hold
 Seeing clear for the first time
 Breathing in new atmosphere
 Proving my need for self preservation
 Has conquered that which seeks 
 To void the spirit within

 Now known to the wretched perpetrator
 The darkness plaguing this joyous heart
 Has given up every ghost of grandeur
 And will no longer live in fear

 You will not fail me anymore
 These walls I've built will never fall
 Your sickness seeping through my pores
 Will turn to dust and be no more