When it comes
Slow, and it rises up
Shaking knees
Begging please
Like a drug
You can't let go
Or shake it off
I'm better off
Dead
Dead
Dead
Mumbling mouths
Making sounds
In a room
Foreign to
Me oh my
Melting mind
I tell myself
Wait, no one's there
There
There
There
P A R A L Y S E D
