While I'm singin' to myself

S
omeone breaks the chains there.
I've got to get rid of my ball and chain
And look at the mes I'm in,
I know that there will be some in treacherous time
the morning I will wake up with the shivering cold
and the miracle man is always hungry.
Do not leave us sleeping,
tortured mute.

Sure, you can run all your life,
But not go anywhere.
For happiness searching in vain
Gulp down by
Swallowed by
Devoured by ghosts
and dreams of life 

by me but paraphrasing rock-lyric-poets Robert Smith and John Lees.