The cold touch of the bathroom floor on my burning face
The quick echoes of my frantic breaths ricochet around my head
Pins of numbness sting my arms, I feel my pulse racing
This feels like death, I hope it's not death, but would it be so bad if it was?
Panic attack
Is it the smoking or the lack of sleep or maybe just the people
Grandma says the only cure lies within the steeple
The more I try to slow my breaths, the more I lose control
My head is melting in cold sweat, as I sink into this hole
It could happen to you
"But what will they all say? What will they all think? How will I explain? What am I gonna say? I don't know! Don't ask me. I don't know. I have to work with these people too. Get them out of my face!”
You feign empathy down, your halo shines brighter than ever before
And every time I punch the clock I die a little more
I never leave the house without my wild eyes and gritted teeth
I take my communion on this filthy bathroom floor
Beautifully moody art rock from Virginia that recalls the dark glory of bands like Echo & the Bunnymen and Psychedelic Furs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2020