Choke

Even when you die people remember what you were to them Not like what you are is just a battered empty soul A reanimated corpse of manufactured memories Ignoring all the properties of your selfish disillusion The idea of anything becomes so overwhelming The idea of everything seems much more tangible I'm torturing myself with my own indecision Cannot seem to stop myself from choking on my tongue I can't seem to recognize that all my fear's irrational Always hyper vigilant can't ever shut my eyes Recollect the times when I was happy and content Still all overshadowed by the anxiety at hand I wish that you'd choke I wish that you'd choke Wooaaa-ooooooohhh-ooh Wooaaa-ooooooohhh-ooh-ooh I wish that I could dissipate strip my body from my mind My pain could all be separate from the flesh I occupy My panics always imminent screaming deep within my chest I'm so fucking sick of it my brain won't let me rest Rest