Come Hell or High Water

I still think to myself and wonder if this was worth it
 For it seems that these days I can't stand still for a moment
 (I'm sick of drifting)
 And my feet won't rest or re-oppress their pivoting
 Oh Misery, your familiar face still lingers around
 Needless to say, I'm a victim of Lunacy
 But that can't begin to explain how
 This happened to me, for I still can't believe
 That my life is now constantly pulsed in three
 And now I can see
 This vast devilry you've cast upon me
 I'll be stuck in these steps for all eternity
 And who would it be if it were not me?
 My life once worth living is enslaved by treachery
 It seems to be that Hell's high waters
 Have brought forth to me an unspeakable horror
 
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 I can't seem to just stand in one place
 And Misery won't loosen her callused grip
 But if I trip, perhaps her hand could start to slip
 And I've tried my best, but my feet, they will not rest
 I'm oh so conscious and that's why Lunacy will tear me apart
 Harmony, an unfamiliar face that now lingers around
 Needless, so needless to say
 That we're only victims after all
 You help me keep these cursed legs from swaying all around
 But this time, they'll agree with me
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 Oh, surely this will contend with my misery
 So I begin hacking through flesh and bone with fine cutlery
 Now surely this will amend all my dignity
 (I'm sick of drifting)
 And as this weight is lifted, I'm now content as an amputee
 You've used every moment to torment me
 Now severed and screaming, I will at last be free