Bury the Knife

We are imperfect
Emotionally disturbed
I feel anemic
With a beating inside my chest
And a grip to the neck
I'm barely breathing

Paralyzed
Consumed by all that we know
Terrified
Accepting all that we've become

We are surrounded
By the fear of falling endlessly
I feel the warning
Like a needle inside my spine
A familiar sign
A new wave is coming

Paralyzed
Consumed by all that we know
Terrified
Accepting all that we've become

There's nowhere left to hide
No conscience to confide

Manic as one would be if plagued the same
Bury the knife in me and twist away
Manic as one would be if plagued the same
Bury the knife in me and twist away

Paralyzed
Consumed by all that we know
Terrified
Accepting all that I've become