There's no out, downside up for good
No light, reflection understood
Had to try, perversion satisfied
Insane...so I indulge the beast awhile
When hurting yourself feels right
And there's nothing familiar in sight
Take the time to pull the weeds choking flowers in your life...
Or seal your doom
Cold transparent blue
Locked inside a room
In solitude
There's no flesh, my own ghost awaits
Unclean, defiled, hallucinatory state
Lust, sloth, not my only sins
It's just how, when it's time, on a degradation trip...yeah
When hurting yourself feels right
Long gone the will to fight
Take the time to pull the weeds choking flowers in your life...
Or seal your doom
Cold transparent blue
Locked inside a room
In solitude
Insanity takes you
So black it's untrue
So black it's untrue
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lyrics for Solitude, the 6th song of the 15 recorded for the album Degradation trip, with a total running time of 72:30, by Jerry Cantrell. It was released on June 18, 2002 via Roadrunner Records, and produced by Jerry Cantrell, Jeff Tomei.