Claustrophobic - Before I Turn

Chin to my knees, wrists interlocked\nI’m rocking back and forth, I’m trapped in my thoughts\nThey hit me just like the cognizance\nOf how I killed my lover and I have no defence\nChin to my knees, wrists interlocked\nI’m rocking back and forth, I’m trapped in my thoughts\nLurking like a venomous snake, they grasp onto my throat\nSomehow with bloodshot eyes, it feels like I’ve been left afloat\nSo someone fix me, make me new with clay and mud\nAnti-tremor medication surging through my blood\nClaustrophobic, I am so sick\nI have manic depressive symptoms of a schizophrenic\nNeed a medic, I’m emphatic\nOf how I need to rid this memory from my head\nClaustrophobic, I am so sick\nI have manic depressive symptoms of a schizophrenic\nNeed a medic, I’m emphatic\nOf how I need to rid this memory from my head\nThe pain and hatred\nWill always be something\nI remember forever\nAnd ever and after\nEverybody’s screaming, they’re sounding the alarms\nThey take away sharp objects so I can’t cut my arms\nThey tell me that I’m impulsive 'cause I’m a fucking mess\nI shut my eyes and picture her body in that bloody dress\n«Are you okay?», what do you say?\n«Thank you, doctor, for the pills that you gave me today»\nVoices like the walls, in my head, in the halls\nThe doctors and delusions, I can’t even think at all\nThe pain and hatred\nWill always be something I\nThe pain and hatred\nWill always be something\nI remember forever\nAnd ever and after\nVoices like the walls, in my head, in the halls\nThe doctors and delusions, I can’t even think at all\nThey’re closing in on me now and I can’t breathe\nI want to be alone but they’ll never, ever leave\nVoices like the walls, in my head, in the halls\nThe doctors and delusions, I can’t even think at all\nThey’re closing in on me now and I can’t fucking breathe\nI want to be alone but they’ll never, ever leave