Carnist - Hell is self | Текст песни

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I carry this stone
upon the nape of my neck
I hunch lower and lower
I feel lower and lower

fear is my keeper
languish in dread
fear inadequacy
fear of not achieving enough

I find so much solace
in creativity and friendship
yet it nags at me to criticise
and deconstruct all that I do

I do not want to endure
what I self inflict,
I am not a fan of this
no not one fucking bit

we are greater than the sum of our fears
we are greater than our anxieties
not governed by lack of confidence
we are someone, I am someone

I find so much solace
in creativity and friendship
yet it nags at me to criticise
and deconstruct all that I do

I do not want to endure
what I self inflict,
I am not a fan of this
no not one fucking bit

every time

every time I have to stay in
every awkward day in my skin
every single panic attack
Damned If I will let it win

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