day by day i feel it invading,

this sticky darkness that brings pain.

and day by day i’ve been contemplating

the growing fog in my brain.

who am i now?

who am i now?

i think i’ve lost sight of me.

for i say things now and i do things now that have made me the enemy.

soon i will be swallowed whole,

smudged by its cold, cold finger.

the drugs, the aches, the love, the world,

now nothing of me shall linger.