Darkest Hour These Fevered Times
My heart's been racing with my mind to the finish line of these fevered times
stuck down again
this turbulence has overcome
tranquility pounding the walls inside these thoughts
I can't control and shooting through my veins
these heightened senses overwhelming
confusion replaces clarity
a neurotic rearrangement
you know the feeling when down feels up to
it's old tricks again
so misleading when it hits like a ton of bricks to the chest
out of breath on the bathroom floor
and I'll make light of this night and night of this day
it's what I tell myself to sleep when I dream myself awake
