(Anxiety)
(Don't pressure us)
(Anxiety)
(Don't pressure us)
(Anxiety)

Faster, I dream with speeds of ashes
My heart, it beats and crashes
I'm running from the truth
Cuz it fucks with my mi-i-ind.

The great, and, silly years so reckless
The city, it's so heartless
A bottle full of cream
Washed up in the ti-i-ide

Don't pressure us, anxiety
I'm a passenger
So serious, anxiety
Just a passenger

Hands up, callused, young believers
Hiding from the schemers
And running out like fruit,
That was left here to di-i-ie

Dark and, playing after-hours
The time has been an hour
Falling to my knees,
To feel all safe insi-i-ide

Don't pressure us, anxiety
I'm a passenger
So dangerous, anxiety
Just a passenger