Paranoia taking hold of me
all my thoughts dismantling,
carried away on a tide of nothing,
the fear of what could be happening.

Are you alive,
living with a sinking feeling.
It's so hard to find.
Tell me it's not too late.

Are you alive,
or is it just a chemical feeling.
Won't you feed me a lie,
tell me it's not too late.

Do you feel it too?
The group opening,
the clouds of judgement, suffocating.

You try and kill your shadow,
but it engulfs you,
frozen like bait,
your demons await.

Are you alive,
or is it just a chemical feeling,
won't you feed me a lie,
tell me it's not too late,
are you satisfied,
living with a sinking feeling,
won't you tell me I'm fine,
tell me that my wounds aren't so bad.

Frozen still in the throes of suffocation,
every thought becomes a laceration.

Look through my eyes, you'll begin to see,
that the world before you,
is not the same for me.