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Killing Anxiety
(A collaboration by maikeru555 & 1tornheart)
A broken bottle looks so lovely
The remaining fluid is dripping
If I took a piece could it release me?
Drunken on fear of being alone
I swallow the last courageous ounce
Holding my life straight down
Emptying it out...
The drain may take my woe temporarily
Living always pours reality a hard shot
My blood is above the legal limit for death
I'll breath in, and try to get a killer buzz
Driving straight into disaster again
Both hands holding air instead of the wheel
Going over the edge...
In the mean time I'll drop another tab,
This time I may not return,
I've lost track of how many this is,
I've lost track of were I am,
I question myself is this to much,
I'll take another hit,
I don't want to just get buzzed,
This time I'll get way to high,
I'll crash my world,
All because I wanted to kill my anxiety,
This time I've gone over the edge,
I'm never to return...
The smell of incense is distorting my senses
Dulling what problems? I probably made them up!
I need a release, just about any self gratifying indulgence
Something poisonous to ease the burden of painful aches
There goes my apathy, right down the drain
It all ends there anyways…
A broken bottle looks so lovely
The remaining fluid is dripping
If I took a piece could it release me?
Drunken on fear of being alone
I swallow the last courageous ounce
Holding my life straight down
Emptying it out...
The drain may take my woe temporarily
Living always pours reality a hard shot
My blood is above the legal limit for death
I'll breath in, and try to get a killer buzz
Driving straight into disaster again
Both hands holding air instead of the wheel
Going over the edge...
In the mean time I'll drop another tab,
This time I may not return,
I've lost track of how many this is,
I've lost track of were I am,
I question myself is this to much,
I'll take another hit,
I don't want to just get buzzed,
This time I'll get way to high,
I'll crash my world,
All because I wanted to kill my anxiety,
This time I've gone over the edge,
I'm never to return...
The smell of incense is distorting my senses
Dulling what problems? I probably made them up!
I need a release, just about any self gratifying indulgence
Something poisonous to ease the burden of painful aches
There goes my apathy, right down the drain
It all ends there anyways…
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