| All of a sudden
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| My head is getting light
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| I’m not feeling right
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| Inner monologue floods in
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| Jaw is clenching tight
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| And I can’t stand up, so
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| Undo all of my logic
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| And as dread creeps in, my ego fades
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| My heart is pounding out of my chest
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| My legs won’t rest, I’m dripping with sweat
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| I think I’m fucking dying
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| I think I’m fucking dying
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| I know that it’s all in my head
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| But the cold hard truth is that we all end up dead
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| And I think I’m fucking dying
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| I think I’m fucking dying now
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| Right now
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| Wish my heart rate would slow down
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| It’s getting old now, this showdown
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| It’s like a heart attack’s inbound
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| Fear is profound, I’m unwound
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| Run through a checklist of symptoms
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| And a few convince me I’m shutting down
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| My heart’s pounding out of my chest
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| My legs won’t rest, I’m dripping with sweat
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| I think I’m fucking dying
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| I think I’m fucking dying
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| I know that it’s all in my head
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| But the cold hard truth is that we all end up dead
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| And I think I’m fucking dying now
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| And I feel so weak
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| I think this soon will pass
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| So, I need to breathe
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| And say this soon will pass
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| It’s a duel between logic and dread
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| And the fact is I know that we all end up dead someday |