TRIGGER DISCIPLINE

There's a voice that wakes before I do

Knows my name, knows what I've been through

It sits behind my thoughts, patient and vile

Waiting for weakness to stay awhile

I keep my hands busy

So I don't hear it whisper

I've got trigger discipline

But my mind's the loaded gun

Every crack in my skull

Tells me the war's not won

I breathe in logic, exhale doubt

Play chess with demons just to shut them out

I count to ten, then start again

But the skeletons always win in the end

Am I broken or just aware?

Of the devil breathing my air?

I've got trigger discipline

But my mind's the loaded gun

Every crack in my skull

Tells me the war's not won

This isn't a call for help

It's a warning shot at hell