Suffocating Sight

I am but a farce,
a satire of stability.
Insecurity is an uphill struggle,
it's me versus the world.

The shore still starves,
for another novel of my shipwrecked being.
Tied up dried alive, still breathing.
The sands of time from me are running out.

My hands shake,
in apprehension of every action.
I'm guilty of playing the victim!

The shore still starves,
for another novel of my shipwrecked being.
Tied up dried alive, still breathing.
The sands of time from me are running out.

Just like the embrace of arms that made you,
they'll surely destroy you.
Just like the embrace of arms that made you,
they'll surely destroy you.

It's time for your panic,
then it kills and makes you manic.

Making its way inside.
Relax, it's alright!
Making its way inside.
Relax, it's alright!

Panic grips,
your frantic breathing.
I can't breathe,
I can't breathe!

I can't breathe!

Just like the embrace of arms that made you,
they'll surely destroy you.
Just like the embrace of arms that made you,
they'll surely destroy you.