God, I'm so anxious Whatever happened to the other Kind of chilling now Where I don't need this or that Too dizzy to possible To choose anything choice Paralysis it's such a crisis Feels like I'm murderin' everyday But no shit, Sherlock That's what it means to have free will And will you please keep hearing me? I have many silences screaming Before my words can peak choice Paralysis it's such a crisis So, what's the point in complaining If both poison and cure are here in this feeling? It's here, in this feeling That's how I'll know that I'm alive