Velvet Chokehold - Throes of Dawn

You may try to follow

You may try to reason me out

You may try to save me But you can never understand

The way I have burned

The way I have burned

For years

For years

The sound of approaching violence

The pounding hammers of depression

The stifling sense of pressure

Something you can never understand

And love may offer

A brief relief

And light may scatter

The darkest storm

But there’s no release

From this velvet chokehold