A palpitated thump An overwhelming pound Clutch your chest, feel it pump A screeching white noise sound.
Our throats are stuffed with cotton As we choke on dusty air. Blood boils til it's rotten, Lit a fuse just like a flare.
Anvils weigh upon our chests Trapped beneath the sea Battling with our best But we will never be set free.
Electricity packed in veins Is this a brain or a loaded gun? Rustling in our chains There’s no choice but to run.
Arms and legs so numb. Honey, this could be the end. This demon’s where we come from, But he’ll never be my friend.
We don’t take good nights for granted, As they’re few and far between. They become so enchanted Filled with magic, so serene.