Anxiety Persists (A Verse Done Once)

Look
I asked the voices when they'll stop
They stopped already
I figured that a heavy heart don't make one's pockets heavy
I feel my self-awareness slipping away
Bit by bit every day
I can tell and yet I'm not objecting

Thoughts projecting losses all across external folders
These cords around my neck pulling me back, I still go forward
Viewing blue scenes, still blue screens
Inside I loop screams until I lose steam, yo
Do I miss her? (Her)
Do I miss love? (Love)
Do I miss company or all of the above? (—bove)
Do I miss me? (Me)
Do I miss us? (Us)
Do I miss peace or do I simply miss the drugs? (Drugs, uh)

Man, fact is I'm missing out on now
Eyes glued to the ceiling, soul sinking through the ground
My mind escapes me, tears pouring down my face
The voices return chanting "all is falling into place"

Anxiety persists, got me posted by the window
Alas, no one comes around
Sometimes I don't exist, I feel this when I'm indoors
The walls never make a sound

Look
Cogito ergo sum, there's something wrong with me
Man, I got evil in my tongue so the others don't respond to me
Fight visceral dichotomy, I can't let myself get to me
Pondering lobotomy, considering lobectomy
The mirror shows an enemy, I guess I keep my foes close
Misery loves company, our dates are never postponed
Dancing in the darkest halls, I've had a couple close calls
Two left feet but the devil doesn't loathe those

Escaping the ozone again
On the bathroom floor with no clothes again
I almost succeed, get so close but then
Self-pity sets in, I postpone the end
Yeah (uh)
But it gon' happen one day
Fail to take off and just crumble on the runway
Yeah hoe!
It gon' happen one day
When my heart stops, my brain freeze, my lungs break

Anxiety persists, got me posted by the window
Alas, no one comes around
Sometimes I don't exist, I feel this when I'm indoors
The walls never make a sound
Anxiety persists, got me posted by the window
Alas, no one comes around
Sometimes I don't exist, I feel this when I'm indoors
The walls never make a sound

Soon
Arise from the tomb shall my catalyst
My impudence, my arrogance, my ignorance
Resume

Soon
My false sense of morality, my mental abnormality
Thrill instead of reality
Consume

Soon
My self-perception dwindle, my self-absorption kindle
And all that's in the middle shall be
Doomed

Soon
My voice engraved in MP3, the happier shall envy me
My temporary remedy
Recoup

Soon
Soon
Soon
Soon