Buried

This new horizon and landscape 
Got me sick twisted and out of shape 
No escape and I cant concentrate 
Grab the windex and clean the slate 

Worms crawling from the woodwork 
Ease the reins yeah you’re not herc 
Thoughts creep that hurt and lurk 
This is a mental growth spurt

Slow your mental process 
Life isn’t a contest 
You can just wish the best 
And just forget the rest 

Clouds roll in to darken the sky 
And I can’t find a reason why 
My eyes won’t give in and cry 
I say I’m fine but that’s a lie 
I’m buried in the dirt of obsession 
I can’t dig my way from depression 
A right hand only frees the tension 
My thoughts kill succession 

This new horizon and landscape 
Got me sick twisted and out of shape 
No escape and I cant concentrate 
Grab the windex and clean the slate 

Red, orange, yellow, green and blue 
Colors to see around the room 
Take a deep breath in and a slow one out 
Be sure not to forget when to count 

Slow your mental process 
Life isn’t a contest 
You can just wish the best 
And just forget the rest 

Clouds roll in to darken the sky 
And I can’t find a reason why 
My eyes won’t give in and cry 
I say I’m fine but that’s a lie 
I’m buried in the dirt of obsession 
I can’t dig my way from depression 
A right hand only frees the tension 
My thoughts kill succession 

Slow your mental process 
Try to get some rest in 
Make your new obsession 
Crawling out from this depression 

Metalcore