Dysthymia.

we know you want to wear this suit but please wait your turn.

it gets hot under the collar when men watch the world burn

keep your eyes on the prize and divide the sky.

it's all a matter of me telling the truth,

it's all a matter of eradicating from the root.

rewind the clocks back to certainty.

there's no mystique in mystery.

I'm slightly jaded by your defeat,
self inflicted at your peak.