Anxiety fills my lungs
Controls my tongue
Face to face
With disgrace
Suicide fills my head
All other thoughts have fled
Fingertips pressed to fingertips
Guided from the Devils lips
Depression fills my heart
Tearing me clean apart
Hand pressed to hand
Praying can reprimand
Paranoia tingles on my skin
It's coming from deep within
They are faceless deaths
Waiting for our few last breaths