Inside
Inside
[verse]
The highway is a long black snake.
crawling down the mountain side;
weaving its way in lazy curves.
to a dark place in my mind.
[pre chorus]
Where the night has no stars or moon.
Where the sun hasn’t shined in years.
Where I sit crying in the dark.
surrounded by things that I fear.
[chorus]
This prison is of my own making.
There’s no escaping, no breaking free.
I’m lashed by my self -persecution.
by the demon inside- of me.
[verse]
This prison has no bars or walls;
no guards to keep me inside.
and yet here I am, here I am.
In a place the suns, never shined.
[pre chorus]
Where the night has no stars or moon.
Where the sun hasn’t shined in years.
Where I sit crying in the dark.
Surrounded by things that I fear.
[chorus]
This prison is of my own making.
There’s no escaping, no breaking free.
I’m lashed by my self persecution;
by the demon- inside of me.
[bridge]
I’ve been to therapy
but there’s no saving me.
no there’s no saving me.
No saving me from me.
[verse]
The highway is a long black snake
crawling down the mountain side.
weaving it’s way in lazy curves
to a dark place in my mind.
[pre chorus]
Where the night has no stars or moon.
Where the sun hasn’t shined in years.
Where I sit crying in the dark; surrounded by things that I fear.
[chorus]
This prison is of my own making.
There’s no escaping, no breaking free.
I’m lashed by my self persecution.
by the demon- inside of me.
[verse]
The highway is a long black snake.
crawling down the mountain side;
weaving its way in lazy curves.
to a dark place in my mind.
[pre chorus]
Where the night has no stars or moon.
Where the sun hasn’t shined in years.
Where I sit crying in the dark.
surrounded by things that I fear.
[chorus]
This prison is of my own making.
There’s no escaping, no breaking free.
I’m lashed by my self -persecution.
by the demon inside- of me.
[verse]
This prison has no bars or walls;
no guards to keep me inside.
and yet here I am, here I am.
In a place the suns, never shined.
[pre chorus]
Where the night has no stars or moon.
Where the sun hasn’t shined in years.
Where I sit crying in the dark.
Surrounded by things that I fear.
[chorus]
This prison is of my own making.
There’s no escaping, no breaking free.
I’m lashed by my self persecution;
by the demon- inside of me.
[bridge]
I’ve been to therapy
but there’s no saving me.
no there’s no saving me.
No saving me from me.
[verse]
The highway is a long black snake
crawling down the mountain side.
weaving it’s way in lazy curves
to a dark place in my mind.
[pre chorus]
Where the night has no stars or moon.
Where the sun hasn’t shined in years.
Where I sit crying in the dark; surrounded by things that I fear.
[chorus]
This prison is of my own making.
There’s no escaping, no breaking free.
I’m lashed by my self persecution.
by the demon- inside of me.
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Comments
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Dang @carroll I thought I wrote dark sometimes but this is about as dark as it gets! Not a bad thing; honesty never is. Love your opening verse, opening line. If this is a true story, I hope you can find a way to free yourself. Perhaps, just writing the lyric freed you some..
Renee 💌
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Not your usual style Carroll, but deep and melancholy.
This is the first time that I know of, you've presented a "dark" piece as this.
Any particular reason for the mood switch?
Still good but I prefer the "old" Carroll.
Sid
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