ANXIETY PERSISTS (a verse done once)

(专辑： B-Sides & Rarities Vol.3 [2011-2015] - 2015)

I ask the voices when they'll stop
They've stopped already
I figure that a heavy heart don't make one's pockets heavy
I feel my self awareness slipping away
Bit by bit everyday
I can tell, and yet, I'm not objecting
Thoughts projecting losses all across external folders
These cords around my neck pulling me back
Hurts to go forward
Viewing blue scenes 'till blue screens
Inside I loop screams until I lose steam
Yo
Do I miss her?
Do I miss love?
Do I miss company?
Or all of the above?
Do I miss me?
Do I miss us?
Do I miss peace?
Or do I simply miss the drugs?
Yo
Man, fact is, I'm missing out on now
Eyes glued to the ceiling
Soul sinking through the ground
My mind escapes me
Tears pouring down my face
The voices return chanting "all is falling into place"

Anxiety persists
Got me posted by the window
Alas, no one comes around
Sometimes I don't exist
I feel this when I'm indoors
The walls never make a sound

Look
Cogito ergo sum
There's something wrong with me
Man, I've got evil in my tongue
So the others don't respond to me
Fight visceral dichotomy
I can't let my self get to me
Pondering lobotomy
Considering lobectomy
The mirror shows an enemy
I guess I keep my foes close
Misery loves company
Our dates are never postponed
Dancing in the darkest halls
I've had a couple close calls
Two left feet, but the devil doesn't loath those
Escaping the ozone again
On the bathroom floor with no clothes again
I almost succeed
Get so close but then
Self-pity sets in
I postpone the end
Yeah
But it gon' happen one day
Fail to take off, and just crumble on the runway
Yeah, hoe
It gon' happen one day
When my heart stops
My brain freeze
My lungs break

Anxiety persists
Got me posted by the window
Alas, no one comes around
Sometimes I don't exist
I feel this when I'm indoors
The walls never make a sound

Anxiety persists
Got me posted by the window
Alas, no one comes around
Sometimes I don't exist
I feel this when I'm indoors
The walls never make a sound

Soon, arise from the tomb shall my catalyst
My impudence
My arrogance
My ignorance
Resume
Soon
My false sense of morality
My mental abnormality
Thrill instead of reality
Consume
Soon
My self-perception dwindle
My self-absorption kindle
And all that's in the middle
Shall be doomed
Soon
My voice engraved in MP3
The happier shall envy me
My temporary remedy
Recoup
Soon