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Rotting inspiration, this harrowing decline

Perfection now perfected, unhealthy balance of mind

Desperate worries fester, my corroded thoughts

Distancing my instincts, illusions that I sought

Once the finder, once the keeper

Now the loser, now the weeper

Hope and freedom to you I beg

Now I have met - The Lowest Ebb

Loser - I tell you now

Lowest Ebb - to you I beg

Wasting - you kill me dead

Lowest Ebb - I have met

Getting high on anger, the hate enhancing drug

Drifting into nothing, the grave's already dug

Easier to close these eyes, now that life is numb

Conjuring only hopelessness, depression's work is done

Feel let down when I wake from a dream

Brilliant life has now lost it's gleam

Somebody help convince me that I am wrong

Wasting away, kid myself I'm strong

Tantrum eternal, cant grasp the real

This feeling is monstrous failure, signed and sealed

Nothing has worked out and nothings likely to

At The Lowest Ebb, what more can I do??