Wish of Ataraxis - Worryprison Lyrics

F*ck it up
Locked away with total freedom
I wear blinders like a crazed horse racing
In place ignoring his problems
I have doubts that I can actually solve them
An organic algorithm built to make me
Fail and crumble down
Decade of wasted time ticks at me
Louder and louder I fumble
Like a clown
F*ck it up, f*ck it up
F*ck it up

I'm trapped in worry prison
Have to escape
The only way is to unlock
The phobias' rusty gate
Exposure to the poison
When it's actually the cure
Is the ideal tunnel
To dig through fear sewers
The other side of these walls
Waits for my fresh steps
The clock ran out of batteries
Been too long, time to progress

Anxiety put a dead horse head in my sheets
To remind me not to try anything
The eyelid walls turn crimson
To put me on edge
When I close my eyes I see
What could have been excellent
It's possible to feel pain
And numb in unison
When nothing changes it nurses itself
To live infinitely
Unless I find the strength
To change this misery

For what I don't do
Don't have, type A would be heaven send
I'm writing bars about the bars
Keeping me from a new car
A life to hold head high to
And get head
And get high on getting farther

I'm trapped in worry prison
Have to escape
The only way is to unlock
The phobias' rusty gate
Exposure to the poison
When it's actually the cure
Is the ideal tunnel
To dig through fear sewers
The other side of these walls
Waits for my fresh steps
The clock ran out of batteries
Been too long, time to progress

For what I don't do
Don't have, type A would be heaven send
I'm writing bars about the bars
Keeping me from a new car
A life to hold head high to
And get head
And get high on getting farther

F*ck it up
The happy result is to be written still
Not to say I don't feel joy at all
I do and I will
If I don't write it out
It's harder to work it out
If I don't try to work it out
It only furthers my doubt
My doubt is shit in my way
Get it the f*ck out my face
As someone I respect a lot says
Slow and steady wins the f*cking race

That's true but it's been too long
Too long sitting in here
Staring at a screen or a wall while
My confidence disappears
It's time to progress
Sick of feeling less than other men
For what I don't do
Don't have, type A would be heaven send
I'm writing bars about the bars
Keeping me from a new car
A life to hold head high to
And get head
And get high on getting farther

I'm trapped in worry prison
Have to escape
The only way is to unlock
The phobias' rusty gate
Exposure to the poison
When it's actually the cure
Is the ideal tunnel
To dig through fear sewers
The other side of these walls
Waits for my fresh steps
The clock ran out of batteries
Been too long, time to progress

That's true but it's been too long
Too long sitting in here
Staring at a screen or a wall while
My confidence disappears
It's time to progress
Sick of feeling less than other men
For what I don't do
Don't have, type A would be heaven send
I'm writing bars about the bars
Keeping me from a new car
A life to hold head high to
And get head
And get high on getting farther
For what I don't do
Don't have, type A would be heaven send
I'm writing bars about the bars
Keeping me from a new car
A life to hold head high to
And get head
And get high on getting farther