Dead Poet Anxiety

Dead Poet Anxiety

My hands are shaking

as I lose my faith

The little I had left, underneath my breath

And I am left without a single word inside my mouth

Yeah, the lack of love in me

This is a den. This is a den of liars.

And I’ll walk these haunted steps as my feet has no skin left

A trail of misery. A path of hope shrivels away.

Now the statues standing tall with shadows that cover all,

have set their eyes on me.

With every certainty.

This is a den. This is a den of liars.

Chorus:

Inside out

of sympathy

Inside out

on hands and knees

Inside of empty halls I can’t shake the demons off.

and I feel a rage build up in me

an all these days seem same to me

days they come and go

I am drowning out from skies of different gray.

Now the world is black and white

This is a den. This is a den of liars.

Chorus:

Inside out

of sympathy

Inside out

on hands and knees

Inside of empty halls I can’t shake the demons off.

For the rage I feel. The lack of love in me.

The world is black and white.

Underneath my breath. The rage I feel. The last of me.