The Worst Kind Of Panic
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The Worst Kind Of Panic

Second Harbour

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Текст The Worst Kind Of Panic

My skin′s crawling into bed

Already feel you here

Anchoring the thread

And then I'm sewn into the mattress

Just waiting for what happens

Go figure

God, I still haven′t figured you out

You're so clever

But you're dead set on drawing this out

You′re disfigured

But your teeth keep scarring your mouth

And I′m riddled with the worst kind of panic

I hear you carving up the hallway

Scratching up my door frame

Eyes pointed up

And the white turns a dark grey

Before I smell me on your breath

I just need to know

If I lay still

Begging you, will I spill out

Onto the carpet

I'm dying to stop this now

When you come back tomorrow

Make it the last time

I feel thin but you, you′re well fed

You can taste my fear

But parcel out the dread

And if you don't know how we end this

Just wait and see what happens

Go figure

God, I still haven′t figured you out

You're so clever

But you′re dead set on drawing this out

You're disfigured

But your teeth keep scarring your mouth

And I'm riddled with the worst kind of panic

I hear you carving up the hallway

Scratching up my door frame

Eyes pointed up

And the white turns a dark grey

Before I smell me on your breath

I just need to know

If I lay still

Begging you, will I spill out

Onto the carpet

I′m dying to stop this now

When you come back tomorrow

Make it the last time

Feed off me

I hear you carving up the hallway

Scratching up my door frame

Eyes pointed up

And the white turns a dark grey

Before I smell me on your breath

I just need to know

If I lay still

Begging you, will I spill out

Onto the carpet

I′m dying to stop this now

When you come back tomorrow

Make it the last time

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