Black Lungs

My thoughts are turning black
Here comes a panic attack
Every day is a struggle to stay on track
I’ve had enough of being consumed by your poison
These are my words of distress
I must confess
It’s getting harder to see through a thick layer of green smoke
The deeper I inhale, the harder I choke
I’m a slave to the habit, slowly becoming a zombie
The higher I go, the bigger the fall
The closer we get, the less I need you all
The higher I go, the bigger the fall
It’s time to stand tall
Take control
From summer nights at the park to laying low in the dark, temptation led to
isolation
I’m gasping for air, visiting despair
My thoughts are turning black
Here comes a panic attack
Every day is a struggle to stay on track
I’ve had enough of being consumed by your poison