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 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 Panic grips your frantic breathing I can't breathe, I can't breathe! --- Suffocating Sight - Trivium