Wits End

All's not well, my mind's like a prison cell
The last laugh, troubled by endless graft

The more I scream, the more I'm stung
I'm at wits end
But I can't run
I can't run

If I'd just sleep maybe I'd not be beat
I hate the fuss, I hate the appeal of us

The more I scream, the more I'm stung
I'm at wits end
But I can't run
I can't run