A Glorious Comedy by The Madding Crowd Lyrics

I couldn’t sleep last night
For thoughts buzzed in my head
Thoughts that filled my soul
With an unfathomable dread
What if I’m not the person
That I set out to be?
What if I cannot do the things
That mean the world to me?
And what if the best life has to give
Lives only in my dreams?
My mind is trying to lose itself
Won’t somebody help me?

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The night fills me with terror
A terror all too real
One that would shake
The fabric of your soul
Were you to feel
Have I enough to make my life
A glorious comedy?
Or does my substance fall too short
To allow me to be me?
And will that, in turn, make my life
A mundane tragedy?
Will it, in turn, make my life
A mundane tragedy?
Am I a monstrous charlatan
Like everybody else?
Would I not know if I was?
Do I not know, myself?
The vultures circle my head
I think I’m cracking up
The nightmares only come to me
When I have woken up
And people are a nightmare –
Oh, they will be my death!
They make me dead in the pit
Of my soul, just like them
Just like them…
Just like them…
Just like them…
Just like them…

It's crumbling down
It's crumbling down
It's all crumbling down
They're picking at my bones
And, oh, my blood drips from their mouths
There's evil in the cities
There's evil in the streets
Is that evil external
Or does it come from me?
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