Anxiety, don�t pressure us
Faster, I dream in speeds of ashes
My heart it beats and crashes
I�m running from the truth
Cause it fucks with my mind
Waiting, we�re silly, we�re so reckless
The city it�s so heartless
A bottle full of crude
That washed up in the tide
Don�t pressure us, anxiety
I�m a passenger
So serious, anxiety
Just a passenger
Handsome and callous, young believers
Hiding, plotting schemers
And rotting out like fruit
That was left here to die
Talking, playing after hours
Time is bending outward
I�m falling to my knees
To crawl home safe inside
Don�t pressure us, anxiety
I�m a passenger
So dangerous, anxiety
Just a passenger
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