Stone cold reality, clinging hard to my anxiety Sensors inside of me, trigging pain and instability. Denying the source, disconnected and sore The choice is there but my eyes are blind Now what can be done? I stand alone Something inside me tells me something is wrong Fighting alone, exhausted and torn This time its for real but my will is weak What if Ill fail, no one will stay Put out the light, wave of anxiety I ride... A stone cold heart Further into the shade... Torn and confused Wave of anxiety Torn by the rage and the fear... Choking my soul, reacting too slow The choice is there but my mind is weak Now what can be done? I stand alone Blindfolded, torn by the rage and the fear Madness awaits, watch me reload This time its for real and theres no turning back What if Ill die, no one will cry Blessed by the pain, let the madness begin....
anxiety, torn, trigging, alone, choice