Talk Show - Panic Lyrics

Bless my soul cos I'm a nonbeliever.
You can't cut me down like the money on trees,
But I try, I try, I try, I try.
I try and I try, I try.
Shattered glass and not much sleep,
I think about you
I think about the drink.
I try, I try, I try, I try.
I try, and I try, and I try.

Bad so I panic.
Pointing at witches,
Shady pale,
And all the voices.
Bad so I panic.
Pointing at witches,
Shady pale,
And all the voices.

Doldrum, floating at the bottom of a cauldron,
Don't stop the heat to ease my pain.
I try, I try, I try.
I try, I try, I try.
Hands around my neck,
Feeling at my best,
I don't think about you,
I don't think about the rest.
I try, and I try, and I try, and I try.
I try, and I try, and I try.

Bad so I panic.
Pointing at witches,
Shady pale,
And all the voices.
Bad so I panic.
Pointing at witches,
Shady pale,
And all the voices.

All the voices,
All the voices,
All the voices,
All the voices.