Anxiety is haunting me, it makes it hard to interact
Cant eat, cant drink, cant think, cant sleep
Eaten alive from the inside out, brain feels like its punching through my skull
A ball-gag of disgust engorged in my mouth, breathing and vision grow dull
This place it reeks of parasites and disease, pressure builds fast in my weary head
The monster weighs heavy when down on your knees, desire burning bright for the sleep of the dead
Anxiety is killing me, runs its claws deep down my back
No way to function properly, and I think I'm going to fucking snap
The atrocity set in front of me, just makes me want to end it all
Chain me up with lock and key, in a room with four padded walls
Guts boil hot, bubble, slosh, and churn, doubled over in a crippled heap of shit
Picking at my skin, this uncomfortable flesh, if this vessel was burning I wouldn't put it out with piss
Life is what you make of it, so do what you can with a pile of shit
Dealing with this worthless, wretched world really isn't worth the spit
Anxiety, its fucking me, my mind has holes from constant rape
A slave to my own flesh and blood, forever beaten into my place
Doomed to be a morbid breed, a moldy, hollow shell of a man
Before I lose all control, please tie me down, bound at the hands
My Anxiety, it spoke to me, and it told me to go get an axe
It said 'fuck the world, and humanity, everyone deserves a good forty whacks'
My Anxiety is becoming me, and now I don't know who I am
The monster has taken full control, and not a living soul stands a chance
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