PANIC

“PANIC”

Panic setting, panic lurking
Someone close the curtain
I’m betting that I keep on hurting
Smoking back to back, I’m burning
Made by Burton, I’m not real, animated clay person
Dig my hole and lay and wait for someone to throw the fucking dirt in
And I’m waking devastated when I’m thinking bout the body bags
Visit mental graves so I’m always wearing fucking black
Staying late up thinking and I’m breaking down from panic attacks
Taking your reality and throwing it in the fucking trash
I’m so numb that nothing can shake me
Made it past the point of breaking
Brain is feeling like it’s caving
Mind and body aching
Limbs shaking, head racing,
I’m debating my coffin or my cremation, gotta choose a place for my remains to lay in

Made by Burton, animated clay person
Dig my hole and lay, throw the fucking dirt in

I can never rest in piece, never hittin REM during sleep
I’m internalizing deep, getting weak
My dreams are nightmares where I can’t speak, shadows climbing on my chest, grabbing my throat and choking me
Try to scream but all I can do is weep
How long does it take to feel normal again?
I’m spending every day waiting for the day to end
I’m on game seven with my demons and I can’t defend
I’m transcending into heaven, from this life I was condemned
I’m a fallen angel like I’m Lucifer, toss me into the lake
And I realize Hell is painful as I’m going up in flames
I abandon all hope when I reach the gates
Now I’m the king of demons and they’re feeding me grapes

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