Letra de The blame anxiety

You can cut to the bone with, all my angry obsessions, all these chalky happy pills, and all their consequences, am I done with sleeping? am I done with waking up? am I through with thinking? that I´ve taken to much into my apologies, and lucid dreams, and fucked up thinking

I bleed inside, I fear my life, I wake and I hide, I choke till it soaks into all these anxious fits, and agoraphobic dreams of happiness

You can cut to the fucking point, of how I´m so frustrated, as you strip away this fear, and you sand and paint it, am I done with drinking? am I done with waking up? am I tired of thinking? that I´ve taken to much into all I want to be, the ghost of me is far from leaving

I feel claustrophobic thinking, that my skin is a prison in itself, you want to share my cell?