text: I was spending my time in the doldrums
  I was caught in a cauldron of hate
  I felt persecuted and paralysed
  I thought that everything else would just wait
  While you are wasting your time on your enemies
  Engulfed in a fever of spite
  Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
  Like shadows into the night
  To martyr yourself to caution
  Is not gonna help at all
  ‘Cause there’ll be no safety in numbers
  When the right one walks out of the door
  Ladies and gentlemen!
  The winner
  By a knockout
  Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
  Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
  Stuck in a world of isolation
  While the ivy grows over the door
  So I open my door to my enemies
  And I ask Could we wipe the slate clean?
  But they tell me to please go fuck myself
  You know you just can’t win