Story Behind The Song

About isolation and a reliance on alcohol to get you through the short term.

Lyrics

Imagination got the upper hand on me
Stranded in an instance by some distance
Lead me to a place i know i didn't want to be
Navigating through with no assistance

Never had the tools to fix the fool inside of me
Marooned in shallow pools of my own making -
constantly

I'm running in the dark, my memory set to roam
I'm the master i'm the servant
Of everything thats preventing me finding my way home
Signposts dull and blurred or non- existent

Never had the tools to fix the fool inside of me
Made up all the rules then broke them all-
subconsciously

It feels much better, when i'm strung out on the floor
Message in diary reads; 'why is this world walled'?
(Chain of events, prevents me from where i wanna be)
(To the extent there's no sense of really living at all)

I'd invite you in to view this pixilated world
Moulded through the mind into creation
But the walls are wafer thin, guarding me from everything
- The smallest things that lead to infestation

Never had the tools to fix the fool inside of me
Lost and run aground, in a ship called 'Jeopardy'

It feels much better, when i'm strung out on the floor
Message in diary reads; 'why is this world walled'?
(Chain of events, prevents me from where i wanna be)
(To the extent,reliant on short term remedies)
Scrawled in smudged letters,like the one the week before
Strive to forget a cold and self imposed -
World walled
(Chain of events prevents me from where i wanna be)
(To the extent, there's no sense of reassurance at all)