Broken Rib
How should I know
How to feel?
When the walls are closing in
And nothing seems real
Just another face
Among the crowds
My chest feels compressed
From the weight building all around
Should I start to dig
My fucking grave?
Or become one of the suffering
Who've accepted they are slaves?
Grinding their teeth
On bones and meat
Of people who were family
But now might as well be a disease
My ribs are beginning to collapse on themselves
And I can't take this anymore, I want out
Whoever put me here is a psychotic freak
Who just sits back and stares
Who are you?
Throw me from the mountaintops
It beats being crushed to death
Or being stuck in my head
Or is this all a false state of dread?
How should I know
How to feel?
When the walls are closing in
And nothing seems real
Just another face
Among the crowds
My chest feels compressed
From the weight building all around
Or does this mean
I am complete
With the world around me?
Should I accept defeat?
No going back now
My time is done
How do we take this suffering?
A battle never won
My ribs are beginning to collapse on themselves
And I can't take this anymore, I want out
Whoever put me here is a psychotic freak
Who just sits back and stares
Who are you?
How to feel?
When the walls are closing in
And nothing seems real
Just another face
Among the crowds
My chest feels compressed
From the weight building all around
Should I start to dig
My fucking grave?
Or become one of the suffering
Who've accepted they are slaves?
Grinding their teeth
On bones and meat
Of people who were family
But now might as well be a disease
My ribs are beginning to collapse on themselves
And I can't take this anymore, I want out
Whoever put me here is a psychotic freak
Who just sits back and stares
Who are you?
Throw me from the mountaintops
It beats being crushed to death
Or being stuck in my head
Or is this all a false state of dread?
How should I know
How to feel?
When the walls are closing in
And nothing seems real
Just another face
Among the crowds
My chest feels compressed
From the weight building all around
Or does this mean
I am complete
With the world around me?
Should I accept defeat?
No going back now
My time is done
How do we take this suffering?
A battle never won
My ribs are beginning to collapse on themselves
And I can't take this anymore, I want out
Whoever put me here is a psychotic freak
Who just sits back and stares
Who are you?
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Writer(s): Ben Deml
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