Suffocating Sight - Trivium

I am but a farce a satire of stability

Insecurity is an uphill struggle it’s me versus the world

The shore still starves

For another

Novel of my shipwrecked being tied up dried alive still breathing

The sands of time from me are running out

my hands shake in apprehension

Of every action I’m guilty of playing the victim

Just like the embrace of arms that made you

They’ll surely destroy you

It’s time for your panic

Then it kills and makes you manic

Making its way indside — relax, it’s alright

Panic grips your frantic breathing

I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe!