Repression - The Scarred

I’m worried about my lungs I’m worried about my life

last night I found myself yelling at my wife

Anxiety, and loads of frustration,

another panic attack it’s all just repetition

take me home I’m never coming back,

try to beat statistics of my back

I’m losing my grip, losing my life,

help me hold on cuz I’m drowning, drowning…

Are you tired of the Repression?

I’m freaking out — I’m going wild

And everybody treats me like a bastard child

I’ve been booted down can’t take it anymore

I have an urgent message for the lost and the poor

Whoever loves me must lose his life

Prepare for persecution from the chain and the knife

I’m tired of this world But look at me now

I’m sick of this Repression and I’m getting out