Glade Lyrics

The road is winding and steep

Fingers and toes about to bleed

Old scars and new scabs begin to ache.

And every time I stop for a long breath

I find myself trapped in the glade.

How many times have I fallen for its trap?

I lost I lost count

Being here gives nothing but delays

Stuck and bewitched sure I am

Pictures of my futures begin to blur

And these pills aren't helping at all

The longer I stay

The harder it gets to leave this place

Oh it's so hard to get out of here

Something in this place keeps me entrapped

And I know what they are

I can fend off their attacks

But when desperation comes

The idea that 'my brain won't be working overtime'

Pacifies the madness I feel inside

It won't be long

And I'll get sick of here soon.

It won't be long

And I'll be out of here soon.