The Throes

I have escaped the line of fire; I'm now in 'The Throes'.
I'll cower until I'm tired, when expression moves slow…

I told myself I'd never go again!
I told myself I'd never go again!

When the morning wakes me from my rest, I don't know where I'll be
I'll lay my head on the beating chest of some sleeping beast
and I'll lament for what I've gained and laugh at what I've lost.

…If you wait for exclamation, I'm only good for instigation:
I'm not the mystery I prefer…