Your brain thinking in all directions.
The feeling of chains wrapped around you with no escape,
The feeling of fear running through every inch of your skin
There is nothing to do but keep it to yourself.

The feeling of chains wrapped around you with no escape
The harsh metal scraping against your skin.
There is nothing to do but keep it to yourself
Sometimes I wonder why, why am I alive

The harsh metal scraping against your skin
You inhale but are so worked up you cant let the air out.
Sometimes I wonder why, why am I alive
The thoughts that race through my mind should scare me but they soothe me.

You inhale but are so worked up you cant let the air out.
All the meds in the world won't change the way I think
The thoughts that race through my mind should scare me but they soothe me.
These thoughts are called anxiety, the killer of me.

All the meds in the world won't change the way I think
The feeling of fear running through every inch of your skin
These thoughts are called anxiety, the killer of me
Your brain thinking in all directions