“PANIC”

Panic setting, panic lurking
Someone close the curtain 
I’m betting that I keep on hurting
Smoking back to back, I’m burning
Made by Burton, I’m not real, animated clay person
Dig my hole and lay and wait for someone to throw the fucking dirt in
And I’m waking devastated when I’m thinking bout the body bags 
Visit mental graves so I’m always wearing fucking black 
Staying late up thinking and I’m breaking down from panic attacks 
Taking your reality and throwing it in the fucking trash 
I’m so numb that nothing can shake me 
Made it past the point of breaking
Brain is feeling like it’s caving
Mind and body aching 
Limbs shaking, head racing,
I’m debating my coffin or my cremation, gotta choose a place for my remains to lay in 


Made by Burton, animated clay person
Dig my hole and lay, throw the fucking dirt in


I can never rest in piece, never hittin REM during sleep
I’m internalizing deep, getting weak
My dreams are nightmares where I can’t speak, shadows climbing on my chest, grabbing my throat and choking me 
Try to scream but all I can do is weep
How long does it take to feel normal again?
I’m spending every day waiting for the day to end 
I’m on game seven with my demons and I can’t defend 
I’m transcending into heaven, from this life I was condemned 
I’m a fallen angel like I’m Lucifer, toss me into the lake
And I realize Hell is painful as I’m going up in flames 
I abandon all hope when I reach the gates
Now I’m the king of demons and they’re feeding me grapes


Produced by oceanash

PANIC

mixing rain with the tears that i cry

getting high as im looking to the sky
every day i keep on asking why
mixing rain with the tears that i cry 
and im bled dry 
i dont even know anymore why i try 
looking thru the windowpane and its raining outside
taking weed to the brain just to pass the fucking time
let the grass grow thru my eyes
see the hurt see the lies
see me in the dirt whne i die,

Indica blowing in the rain, and im slowing 
nobody in my boat and im rowing
flowing with the waves, dont know where im going
giving up on everything, paddle im throwing
all these fucking drugs in my mind im decaying
draw my own blood, listen what the demons saying
looking at my wrist glisten and im fucking fading 
trauma visions in my head when im fucking laying

Roaming round my grave
rolling blunts for the pain
im just my skeleton remains
Rigcage, nothing contain
no stain i made on this earth 
blade to the vein now im in the dirt 
remember the blunts that we burnt 
I don’t even know what I’m fucking worth

Roaming round my grave
blunts for the pain
im just my skeleton remains
Rigcage, nothing contain
no stain i made on this earth 
now im in the dirt 
remember the blunts that we 
I don’t even know what I’m fucking worth

Produced by lord135

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