[Storyteller.]

Every single night,
the same arrangement:
I go out and fight the fight.
Still I always feel this
strange estrangement.
Nothing here is real,
nothing here is right.
I've been making shows
of trading blows,
just hoping no one knows
that I've been going
through the motions,
walking through the part.
Nothing seems to
penetrate my heart.
I was always brave
and kind of righteous;
now I find I'm wavering.
Crawl out of your grave;
you find this fight just
doesn't mean a thing.
She ain't got that swing.
Thanks for noticing.
She does pretty well
with fiends from hell
but lately, we can tell
that she's just going
through the motions
(going through the motions),
faking it somehow.
She's not even half the girl she - ow.
Will I stay this way forever?
Sleepwalk through my
life's endeavour?
How can I repay -
- Whatever.
I don't want to be
going through the motions,
losing all my drive.
I can't even see
if this is really me
and I just want to be alive.