Paralyzed from Sleepy Skeletor by Seething Akira

Don't hold back.
These nightmares they paralyse me.
And I can barely scream .
Out loud, out proud, don't know how I got here.
Really don't care how I have to get out.
I’ll snap every padlock.
I’ll snap every chain.
I’ll smash down these barriers.
Just need to get away.
Falling deeper and deeper into the vicinity of weaker.
Can’t open these bleach burnt eyes.
I can't watch but it no surprise.
I'm Paralyzed.

Even though it’s an open space.
My heart is racing at a lightning pace.
Why would you try to deny me?

Even though it’s an open space.
My heart is racing at a lighting pace.
Why would you try to deny me?

We won’t know how deep until the tide rises.
We won’t admit defeat without compromises.
It spreads and Infects like the norovirus.
Inject with violence, but before you unleash just breathe.

Breathe.
Breathe.
Relax and listen.
This is your only given.
Confuse my vision.
With superstition.
Hold up.
Are you kidding?
The chapters write themselves.
They hurt can no one help.
Inflamed by nothing else
I am an empty shell.

But, Breathe.
Breathe.
Relax and listen.
This is your only given.
Confuse my vision.
With superstition.
Hold up.
Are you kidding?
The chapters write themselves.
They hurt can no one help.
Inflamed by nothing else.
I am an empty shell.

Even though it’s an open space.
My heart is racing at a lightning pace.
Why would you try to deny me?

Even though it’s an open space
My heart is racing at a lighting pace
Why would you try to deny me?

I’m sinking,
Sinking, I’m falling.
Coming up for air.
Coming up for air.
Coming up for air.
Coming up for air.

There’s too many problems .
And no resolutions.
Promised us answers.
Full of fony conclusions.
There’s so many problems.
And not enough solutions.
They lied to our fathers.
And profit from the disasters.

Even though it’s an open space.
My heart is racing at a lightning pace.
Why would you try to deny me?

Even though it’s an open space.
My heart is racing at a lighting pace.
Why would you try to deny me?


There’s too many problems. 
And no resolutions.
They promised us answers.
Full of fony conclusions.
There’s so many problems.
And not enough solutions. 
They lied to our fathers.
And profit from the disasters.

• Electronic
• Metal
• Nucore
• Punk
• Rap
• Portsmouth