Текст песни Blame Anxiety

You can cut to the bone with all my angry obsessions.
All these chalky happy pills,
and their consequences. Am I done with sleeping?
Am I done with waking up? And I'm tired of thinking,
that I've taken to much into my apologize and lucid
dreams and fogged up thinking?
I bleed inside, I fear my life.
I wake and I hide, I choke till it soaks into all these
anxious fits, an agoraphobic dream of happiness.Day At The Fair, A - Blame Anxiety - http://ru.motolyrics.com/day-at-the-fair-a/blame-anxiety-lyrics.html
You can cut to the fucking point of how I'm so frustrated.
It's how you strip away these fears,
then you sand and paint them.
Am I done with drinking? Am I done with waking up?
Cause I'm so tired of thinking,
that I've taken to much into all I want to be.
This ghost in me is far from leaving.
.. I feel claustrophobic thinking,
that my skin is a prison in itself. Do you want to share my