Clawing at the Walls

Everything gets beneath my skin these days And I can't take another fucking second Of all the stupid shit you say, and games you play Like a fucking broken record. You're only ever talkin' 'bout what brings you down And chews you up, and spits you out It's running me into the ground I can't keep this up forever These walls are closing in, every day they get a little closer The air is getting thin, and every second gets a little slower I'm grasping at the straws, it seems like I'm always in the thick of it I'm clawing at the walls, I'm getting desperate Everything gets inside my head sometimes And I can't find a single quiet moment To deal with what's on my mind, relax, unwind My thoughts are overflowing I'm only ever fuckin' up, or fuckin' 'round Or building up to break back down And I'm calling out without a sound Like my brain is fuckin' broken These walls are closing in, every day they get a little closer The air is getting thin, and every second gets a little slower I'm grasping at the straws, it seems like I'm always in the thick of it I'm clawing at the walls, I'm getting desperate These walls are closing in, every day they get a little closer The air is getting thin, and every second gets a little slower I'm grasping at the straws, it seems like I'm always in the thick of it