Anapparatus - Escapism | Текст песни

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This feels like a bee stick to the throat.
Panic sets in when you know that you're allergic.
No immaculate or beautiful escape plan.
As your trachea swells and your breathing is repressed.
Your lungs slowly run out of oxygen as you lay on the ground starring at the sky.
Clutching your chest. Clenching your fists.
No turning back. No time to react.
Faceless and traumatized buried in shock.
Your cries go unheard. As your breath get shorter...and shorter...
i've died and since ressurected.
The story only now begins...

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