| I woke up in a pouring sweat
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| Feeling like I have nothing left
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| My heart sits tight, but my mind’s beat to death
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| I’m in a dark space taking shallow breaths
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| I thought I could get a grip — no chance
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| My hands are slippery, cold, I take a glance
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| At the man in the mirror, who’s that?
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| Can’t stand the sight, trying to move back
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| I’m on the floor, I’m awaiting the attack
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| My mind’s been beat, I’m never getting back
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| To what I call home, no way see I’m trapped
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| This is hard now, I can’t fight back
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| It’s taking hold — taking control
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| I’m in the belly of a beast that I can’t tame
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| Grips my mind and soul
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| Take hold — take control
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| I’m in the belly of a beast that I can’t tame
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| There’s still hope
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| I can’t think, I feel trapped
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| Can’t speak, I feel weak, I wanna fight back
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| As I sink deeper, will I come back
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| It’s what I ask myself, I want my life back
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| This fear grips
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| but can they stop it
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| There’s something cold in here there’s a voice
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| but I can’t see clear
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| It’s taking hold — taking control
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| I’m in the belly of a beast that I can’t tame
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| Grips my mind and soul
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| Take hold — take control
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| I’m in the belly of a beast that I can’t tame
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| Just let me go
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| Grab a hold, grab a tight grip
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| It’s your life, grab it like a vice grip
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| So fight!
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| Kill this fucking beast |