CrownOfThorns

Battle with anxiety sometimes it's hard to catch a breath

Manic and I panic I can feel the tightness in my chest

Half the time I feel like you should treat me like a king

The other half the time I feel like I'm a walking piece of trash

I wanna help because I've always seen the colors that they can't

I'm a hue-man that's a shade of the light in every man

Bahamut like the dragons platinum and the breath is fire

Kundalini to uncoil so the consciousness is higher

All my friends still say that I sound like bitter ex

I still wrestle with emotions and conditions of the flesh

These scars we got we try to cover in designer all the stories that we tell ourselves

As if there is a self