Panic

Panic here.

I can feel it,

I can smell it,

I can taste it,

Hey, you,

theres a place you,

can you tell what to do,

you know what to do?

Smelling like the rotting trees.

Flying among the bees.

Its tastes better than wine,

better than drugs,

better than the one you love. 

Panic, panic,

can you feel it?

Creeps up your legs,

feels like its made its place.

Try to run and hide,

I think you doubt it.

Try to run and hide,

can you hear it?

Smelling like the rotting trees.

Flying among the bees.

Can you dream to be free?

Can you believe in me?

It tastes better than wine,

better than drugs,

better than the one you love.

Panic,

eyes over here.

Can you hear?

Theres a monster in here.

Remember me