What this is this dont search on google It's a love song to the self
A story recapped every day
It's a world of bogus feelings
And a world of slow decay
It's a world of laughter hidden by this world of fear and torment
A game of strange compulsion, our visceral convulsion
Anxiety for love of life
Anxiety for pain
Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain
Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man
Foundation of society
Anxiety
Suppress it if you can
The caste of coffee-achievers didn't perform like they planned
The morning rush hour traffic is our play of false elan
So run around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep
Tomorrow's the redemption
We strive for that exception
Anxiety for love of life
Anxiety for pain
Anxiety, a fear that you have nothing more to gain
Anxiety destroys…