The Black Dog Syndrome-Coldworker

The Black Dog Syndrome - Coldworker Canine eyes, submissive mind, this came to shape my life Stand divided when the black dog is approaching fast Doubts arise, the leash is bound with straps that never tie It defies and despair is gaining ground at last Chased into the highest gear Tail between legs in fear Licking my bleeding wounds Facing this beast alone Can't outrun The black hound Safety distance has decreased On my own Severe wounds Fall prey when it comes unleashed Devouring every smile Smelling my fear, mile after mile Following every lead The black dog appears, superior breed Death resides, a lethal struggle where the strong survive Swallowed pride, falling straight into the blackest hole On four feet, standing on the bones buried beneath In conceit, always guarding to retain control A fight I will never win Facing its drooling grin Caught in this burning black No one to lead me back Can't outrun The black hound Safety distance has decreased On my own Severe wounds Fall prey when it comes unleashed Devouring every smile Smelling my fear, mile after mile Following every lead The black dog appears, superior breed