Ready? Aim. Fire!
Take hold of that in which you desire
I reach so hard that my hand aches and my arm breaks
But I can never have hold of what they say it "takes"
Burden by Depression and Anxiety
These demons roam inside of me
Sipping off my life force like it's the most Crisp champagne
As they take turns craving thier names all around in my brain
When I calm my fire and try and keep it low
They raise it higher and make such molten rivers flow
They whisper from the inside of my eyes out
And many of you wouldn't think this clever
Saying "wouldn't they do the opposite to try an achieve such and endeaver"
Well these two sins are smarter then you think
They talk to block out the outside world from my mind causing me to daydream my agony without a blink
So I lay down these hands and let them live on inside of me
I guess that means I'm just another human breathing in this "lovely society "
