Heartburn
Angie / Tail Whip
The world frightens me
It gives me heartburn
Anxiety makes me choke
Like flowers blooming by the highway
I breathe poison
Lungs filled with smoke
A taste of cherries and whiskey
As we die real slow
I'm a believer, who wonders
What will happen when we lay down
For a final sleep
Will I see you again?
Or are we just going to be dust
Dust in outer space
Too numb and too dumb to understand
Stuck in some kind of psychosis
Longing for approval
Sad sex, fake lovers
We are low lives
With agnostic dreams
Stuck in the same dream
Same dream