The feeling

I can feel the feeling
What’s that feeling
It’s tingling in my feet
Creeping through me
Surrounding me whole
I can’t decide
I can’t think
Or see clearly
It’s won
It’s taken a hold of me
I try to ignore it
It pushes through my veins
I’ll never be the same
My ashes have burned to white
Not pure white
Nothing pure in sight
Packaged with lies
Sealed with fear
Devil is whispering in my ear
Tells me to sleep
Sleep away the thoughts
That drive me insane
Fucking up my brain
I got nothing to gain
Everything drags on
What do we do
When we got nothing to look forward to
Embrace the feeling
It will always last
And if your lucky
They will speak your name
Like you lived in the past

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