I’m climbing the walls and searching my soul.

There aint no questions for answers untold.

Things out of reach and I can’t hold on.

There aint no difference between a right and wrong.

I’m spinning and spinning like a spinning wheel.

Reaching out with no feelings to feel.

I’m splitting apart right down the seam.

I’m fishing with no hooks in a murky stream.

I’m having a nervous breakdown.

A human shakedown.

I’m having a nervous breakdown.

Everything’s going ‘round.

Confusion racking my body at will.

You better put the blame on a four-way pill.

I said, "Goddamn, at last it’s over."

My sanity’s gone and my spirit broke.

I’m having a nervous breakdown.

A human shakedown.

I’m having a nervous breakdown.

Everything’s going ‘round.

Triphammer "Early September 1970" Cassette/CD (Unreleased)