This feeling...
It keeps my eyes open in the dark,
It forces my mind into a race with time.
It backs my soul into a corner,
It tears my pouring heart to shreds.
This feeling...
It slowly closes in on me,
like bullies after school,
until every puff of breath is seized...
It smokes my soul like a cigarette.
It smokes my soul like a cigarette.
There's only one drag left,
how much more can I really take?
Only one drag left
until only
ashes remain...
ashes remain...
Only
ashes
remain.