Coming Down

Safe little space of mine
Colors are flowing from my gaze
Out on a wire
Chemical force field slipping away

[Bloodshot] Wandering
[Cold sweat] Tremors and shakes
[Dry heave] Until I bleed
[Can't breathe] On my own
[Death throes] Consume me
[Save me] From this disease
Coming down
I'm coming down

Four-letter friend of mine
Becomes an enemy in time
Lost who I am
Crack in the mirror reflecting my fear

Unaccomplishment eating away
At the message you want to convey
To justify all the times you forfeited

The Hive | Album | Entropy