The Briggs

My Own Enemy

The Briggs


You make words of hate flow like water 
Cascading down from my mouth 
Make no mistake 
I'm not good for your health 

I'll make your dreams turn into nightmares 
I'll turn your mind into stone 
When that one goes rolling 
Maybe you'll find one of your own 

Putting civility to rest 
Changing hands into fists 
Turmoil easily erupts 
I hope the dead can sleep standing up 

I wouldn't be so paranoid 
If the world wasn't out to get me 
I'm so paranoid 
Now I've become my own enemy 

Look over my shoulder 
Is my conscience watching me again? 
He doesn't understand 
The means justify the end 

You could give me love or your warfare 
You could leave me all alone 
Nothing stays the same 
But some things never seem to change 

It's impossible to trust 
Such friendly enemies 
You can bury secrets deep 
But they never will be put to sleep