Drowning The Old Hag - Fear Before The March of Flames

I can’t get her off of my chest unless I’m sleeping on my side

It’s like drowning when the water may only exist in my head

So I’ll put a hole there and let my seas spill onto your shores

Rendering your plane of thinking a dizzy little girl on the edge of the world

Don’t tell me that there is nothing to fear

Trying to share it is a reckless endeavor

I can’t take the weight of this head full of water

I don’t sleep

I hardly move

You won’t sleep you won’t move at all

When what you see and what you believe are two different things

You can really start to wear down and lose it

And they will never see it