The  Black  Dog  Syndrome  -  Coldworker

Canine  eyes,  submissive  mind,  this  came  to  shape  my  life

Stand  divided  when  the  black  dog  is  approaching  fast

Doubts  arise,  the  leash  is  bound  with  straps  that  never  tie

It  defies  and  despair  is  gaining  ground  at  last

Chased  into  the  highest  gear

Tail  between  legs  in  fear

Licking  my  bleeding  wounds

Facing  this  beast  alone

Can't  outrun

The  black  hound

Safety  distance  has  decreased

On  my  own

Severe  wounds

Fall  prey  when  it  comes  unleashed

Devouring  every  smile

Smelling  my  fear,  mile  after  mile

Following  every  lead

The  black  dog  appears,  superior  breed

Death  resides,  a  lethal  struggle  where  the  strong  survive

Swallowed  pride,  falling  straight  into  the  blackest  hole

On  four  feet,  standing  on  the  bones  buried  beneath

In  conceit,  always  guarding  to  retain  control

A  fight  I  will  never  win

Facing  its  drooling  grin

Caught  in  this  burning  black

No  one  to  lead  me  back

Can't  outrun

The  black  hound

Safety  distance  has  decreased

On  my  own

Severe  wounds

Fall  prey  when  it  comes  unleashed

Devouring  every  smile

Smelling  my  fear,  mile  after  mile

Following  every  lead

The  black  dog  appears,  superior  breed