Claustrophobia

I'm not dead, yet my skin feels like a body bag This sense of dread, feelings that I wish I never had I'm a saint, I'm a fiend for a liar Chemically induced heretic, a pariah This is claustrophobia The fiction on your tongue Salt to an open wound Angels gaze felt like hell upon my frozen face Why did I let you in? Did I enjoy the taste? Synthetic ecstasy overwhelms entropy I beg you Break me down Let me gouge at the gauze Break me down So I can feel you somе more Break me down Oblitеrate the void Oh, break me down So I can feel you some more I'm not dead, yet this skin feels like a body bag This sense of dread, feelings that I wish I never had I'm not dead, yet this skin feels like a body bag This sense of dread, feelings that I wish I never had I'm a saint, I'm a fiend for a liar Chemically induced heretic, a pariah