Mall'd To Death Migraine Belt
With my head in my hands
A beat that’s pounding to the rhythm in my chest
A year of apathy is falling down on me
I’m praying that my brain will stop and let me breathe
I’m hoping that my thoughts will let me be
I started out so guarded, and now I’m brokenhearted
At first my head was reeling, but now I’m losing feeling
When in Minneapolis and your mind has been held captive:
Cross the bridge
I’ve got seven days left
The week that I’ve been fearing looming over my head
With nothing but the shakes to calm these nerves instead
The firing synapses missed their target object
The meltdown has commenced; the date is set
