Palms sweaty
Short of breath
Drowning in anxiety
Strangling myself
With thoughts that are sanity and sanity is insane
Inspiration in a time of fear
Hits me like a truck
Hurls me far from focus
It's dire
I will not acquire
The skills to survive
And thrive
in this state of mind
And atrocious I find
That reality has always been behind
I wish I could rewind
time so that I
could prepare myself for this untreatable lie
Something random I just whipped out in 10 minutes
It must be the twenty one pilots influence
