Slapshot

There's a weight on my chest and I'm getting tired of it
The fate of each step is cracking around me
There's no angel of death
There are no curtain calls
It's the end of the world and we killed them all
You crazy fucked up thing
Was it you or me?
Doubt surrounds me again
You wasted your life
You wasted your time
What stops you from leaving
I don't know
The breathing around your neck is a signal
So run away in cowardice.
You swear to god that you know it all
it's the end of days
Placing your bets on the Romans heads
as they fall away
The water keeps rising the boats are capsizing
and swept to sea
Sit back and relax.
Enjoy the wave of anxiety