My words are not clear, I know, at all
But language becomes foolish when all you do is crawl
Fear is coming
And it would blind us all
My brain feeds itself on misery
And all our lies are smothering me
Awe is coming
And wants our bodies to enfold
God! It's coming again!
And it's cracking my head
I'm sorry, I can't concentrate!
I cannot even feel my own face
To breathe is getting harder
As the walls are closing me in
I'm afraid that every eye's on me
God! It's coming again!
And it's cracking my head
Awe is crawling on me!
And it's eroding my brain