Holy Shit
Holy shit what's this
Cold air on my skin
Dark light fills the room
I can't take it in
Eyes wide searching
Heartbeat racing fast
Glass breaks in a flash
Moments never last
Holy shit I'm lost
In this silent space
Every step I take
Feels like a chase
Cold touch on my face
No escape to find
Walls close in around
Leaving me confined
Breathing feels so slow
Time just slips away
Caught in this chaos
Nothing left to say
Holy shit it's real
Nothing like before
Wishing I could fight
But it needs more
Cold air on my skin
Dark light fills the room
I can't take it in
Eyes wide searching
Heartbeat racing fast
Glass breaks in a flash
Moments never last
Holy shit I'm lost
In this silent space
Every step I take
Feels like a chase
Cold touch on my face
No escape to find
Walls close in around
Leaving me confined
Breathing feels so slow
Time just slips away
Caught in this chaos
Nothing left to say
Holy shit it's real
Nothing like before
Wishing I could fight
But it needs more
Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Warzecha
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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