Interpret:

Pink Floyd

Album:

The Division Bell

I was spending my time in the doldrums 
I was caught in a cauldron of hate 
I felt persecuted and paralysed 
I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies 
Engulfed in a fever of spite 
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades 
Like shadows into the night
To martyr yourself to caution 
Is not going to help at all 
Because there'll be no safety in numbers 
When the Right One walks out of the door
Can you see your days blighted by darkness? 
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor? 
Stuck in a world of isolation 
While the ivy grows over the door
So I open my door to my enemies 
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean 
But they tell me to please go fuck myself 
You know you just can't win