Texty: The Suicide Machines. A Match And Some Gasoline. High Anxiety.

Well, it's the high anxiety I'm a victim of society
High anxiety, I'm a victim of society, high anxiety
It's my high anxiety getting to the best of me

Sometimes I feel like I'm gonna explode
And when I'm approaching total overload
I know that when I'm having a panic attack
To duck and cover 'cause I can feel it coming

Well, it's the high anxiety I'm a victim of society
High anxiety, I'm a victim of society, high anxiety
It's my high anxiety getting to the best of me

This time I feel like I'm gonna die
Cold sweat the fear is paralyzing you know
I wish that this was over and done
Heart pounds, I can feel it escalating

Well, it's the high anxiety I'm a victim of society
High anxiety, I'm a victim of society, high anxiety
It's my high anxiety getting to the best of me

I don't know why sometimes I wake up
In the middle of the night I don't know why I gasp for breath
I'm really feeling like I'm on the brink of death
I wish I could get this crisis under control

Then I could feel some kind of closure
I feel this could go on and on without end
I guess I'll just have to ride it out 'cause

Well, it's the high anxiety I'm a victim of society
High anxiety, I'm a victim of society, high anxiety
It's my high anxiety getting to the best of me

Well, it's the high anxiety I'm a victim of society
High anxiety, I'm a victim of society, high anxiety
It's my high anxiety getting to the best of me