Astraphobic Letra

Restless, distraught.
On my disposition, demons creep.
If I am to die, these antihistamines will help me sleep.
This conflagration won't rest its wild burning.
Vision blurring, I feel the Earth has stopped its turning.
A part of myself, my mind has suddenly stopped discerning.
A hurricane inside of me has left the sea stirring.
Here's a little taste of my reality;
I have found, of late, I'm growing so sick of my mortality.
Anxiety eating again at my insides like insects.
A understanding so hard to grasp, indescribable, my distress.
If I could set fire to my every emotion,
to awaken and never feel another thing.
Another attack!