Throes Of Dawn Velvet Chokehold
You may try to follow
You may try to reason me out
You may try to save me
But you can never understand
The way I have burned
The way I have burned
For years
For years
The sound of approaching violence
the pounding hammers of depression
the stifling sense of pressure
Something you can never understand
And love may offer
a brief relief
And light may scatter
the darkest storm
But there's no release
From this velvet chokehold
