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Hands shake, throat tight here we go again
Heartbeat double-time, counting down from ten
Neon headache, room starts bending thin
I don't need a sign feel the quake within
Back in the teeth of it, déjà vu sick
Every thought razor wired, every breath brick
Hallway keeps folding like a bad parlor trick
I'm screaming in silence while the walls write scripts
Nails to the drywall, skin gets numb
Mind's on a treadmill I can't outrun
I blink and I'm back where the first wave spun
Same hell, new coat, same fucking gun
Tick-tick hear the fuse in the ceiling
Chest plate rattles, white-noise peeling
Stare down the seconds like a bomb that's feeling
Real short-tempered and real unappealing
Oh shit The Fuckening returns
Ash in my mouth while my bloodstream burns
I could swing, I could spit, but the lesson still learns
No warning label as the universe churns
(Again again)
It hits like a freight train grinding through skin
(Again again)
Can't catch a breath when the floor caves in
Pulse like a drumline buried in tar
Thoughts crash headlong into rebar
I bargain with shadows in a bashed-up car
But the steering is locked and the road's too far
"Breathe slow," they said, yeah, save the speech
This tide don't listen to a lifeguard's reach
Every little tremor finds a new soft breach
I'm stuck in the sermon that panic keeps preached
Tick-tick hear the fuse in the ceiling
Chest plate rattles, white-noise peeling
Stare down the seconds like a bomb that's feeling
Real short-tempered and real unappealing
Oh shit The Fuckening returns
Ash in my mouth while my bloodstream burns
I could swing, I could spit, but the lesson still learns
No warning label as the universe churns
(Again again)
It hits like a freight train grinding through skin
(Again again)
Can't catch a breath when the floor caves in
(Count with me)
Ten nine
(lights hum flat)
Eight seven
(throat says "no," lungs say "nah")
Six five
(floorboards crack like glass)
Four three
(gravity flips no clasp)
Two one
(...don't run)
Bite down jaw creaks like a rusted hinge
Mind's a riot sirens cringe
Every old ghost takes a brand-new binge
I plant both feet but the earth's unhinged
I'm not your calm, not your fix on demand
I'm the aftershock pounding through the land
I won't tap out for a clean little plan
If hell wants more, it can pry my hand
Tick-tick let it bark, let it threaten
I stand in the static 'til the nerves stop sweatin
Clock keeps grinning like a thief I'm bettin
But I'm still here put your money where it's settin
Oh shit The Fuckening returns
Smoke in my chest while the whole world churns
I could break, I could bow still the lesson's unlearned
No curtain call just a heart that burns
(Again again)
It hits like a freight train grinding through skin
(Again again)
Can't catch a breath when the floor caves in
(Yeah)
I don't need a sign; I can't feel it cuz I'm numb
Devil's on the kit, but I refuse to succumb
Round two, same fire I choke, then grin
Not dead yet let the Fuckening begin... again