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