Focus picks up momentum find a thought has strayed from the
Path of reason Notice how a small sensation has wound itself
To a pulse increasing
Rapid as a pace has taken its place to block all of my breathing
Knowing as all is closing not a mind this time, the body is breaking
Draining Regenerate this spiraling Mind how will I be alright when
I'm Dead Inside Moments turn into motion with spinning thoughts In
All direction Senses are resonating as everything accelerating
Balance was a trace of something misplaced before all was uneven
Hanging by a thread the final shred of sanity remaining Draining
Regenerate this spiraling Mind how
Will I be alright when I'm Dead Inside?
Focus picks up momentum find a thought has strayed from the path of
Reason Hanging by a thread the final shred of sanity remaining
Draining Regenerate this spiraling Mind
How will I be alright when I'm Dead Inside
