The Scarred


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I'm worried about my lungs I'm worried about my life
last night I found myself yelling at my wife
Anxiety, and loads of frustration,
another panic attack it's all just repetition
take me home I'm never coming back,
try to beat statistics of my back
I'm losing my grip, losing my life,
help me hold on cuz I'm drowning, drowning...
Are you tired of the Repression?

I'm freaking out - I'm going wild
And everybody treats me like a bastard child
I've been booted down can't take it anymore
I have an urgent message for the lost and the poor
Whoever loves me must lose his life
Prepare for persecution from the chain and the knife
I'm tired of this world But look at me now
I'm sick of this Repression and I'm getting out