I am shelved and segregated,
struggling to control what I've created
You think the war is out there?
It starts in here between the panic and fear
In the midst of life I am dead,
lay me down by the riverbed
I let the water heal my wounds,
the mist falls and I am consumed
Anxiety has me this pale,
hanging on by my fingernails
When sorrow knocked at my door,
I was too afraid to answer anymore
In the midst of life I am dead,
lay me down by the riverbed
I let the water heal my wounds,
the mist falls and I am consumed
Anxiety has me this pale,
hanging on by my fingernails
Bound and tied I could not stay,
open corridors in empty space
Lead me to the river, I will follow
Lead me to the river, I will fall

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