I am but a farce a satire of stability   Insecurity is an uphill struggle it's me versus the world   The shore still starves   For another   Novel of my shipwrecked being tied up dried alive still breathing   The sands of time from me are running out   my hands shake in apprehension   Of every action I'm guilty of playing the victim   Just like the embrace of arms that made you   They'll surely destroy you   It's time for your panic   Then it kills and makes you manic   Making its way indside - relax, it's alright   Panic grips your frantic breathing   I can't breathe, I can't breathe!