Title: These Fevered Times
Artist: Darkest Hour
Composer(s): Paul Wayne Burnette, John Blakemore Henry, Kristopher Norris, Ryan Littlefield Parrish, Michael Schleibaum
Lyric:
My heart's been racing with my mind
To the finish line of these fevered times
Stuck down again
This turbulence has overcome tranquility
Pounding the walls inside
These thoughts I can't control
And shooting through my veins
These heightened senses overwhelming
Confusion replaces clarity
A neurotic rearrangement
You know the feeling when down
Feels up to it's old tricks again, it's so misleading
When it hits like a ton of bricks to the chest
Out of breath on the bathroom floor
And I'll make light of this night and night of this day
It's what I tell myself to sleep, when I dream myself awake
When it hits like a ton of bricks to the chest
Out of breath on the bathroom floor
And I'll make light of this night and night of this day
It's what I tell myself to sleep, when I dream myself awake
When it hits like a ton of bricks to the chest
Out of breath on the bathroom floor
And I'll make light of this night and night of this day
It's what I tell myself to sleep, when I dream myself awake
Pounding the walls inside
These thoughts I can't control
And shooting through my veins
These heightened senses overwhelming
My heart's been racing with my mind
To the finish line of these fevered times
These fevered times
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