笨小笨Anxiety歌词由GameGrooves&Prowess the Testament演唱，出自专辑《G-Sides: A Nerdcore Tribute to Celeste (Explicit)》，下面是《Anxiety》完整版歌词！
Anxiety歌词完整版
I was caught in a dream today. I couldn't escape.
It took hold of my mind. I couldn't awake.
I stumbled over words, I couldn't say.
It's the first time I was ever afraid.
Adrift a sea of crumbling crashes, where living life fast,
one could fumble a passion, It's drastic,
trumpets rise from the napkins, surviving matches, ether to ashes,
Knee jerk reactions…we reach backwards, seek factors to prevent the relapses,
When the masses cascade, it’s a distraction, so why act brave, scrapes fade band aids, keep charades at bay, Grenades an arm’s length away, no masquerade in my space,
a wave of grace, Saving face…Debris and deceit,
Inflicted on the brain like hieroglyphic antiques,
scientific degrees render the heat, a lack of intimacy, misery’s seat,
We tend to write history, from the view of defeat, subdued by the sweet,
Ambiguities and nuances, Influences construed, by hues of consumerist conclusions, the more we use, the Superscript shrinks when you read the illusions…my anxiety refused them…did it bruise them,
Surface abrasions, crippling grip of uncertainty’s taste on the tip of my face,
Risking the unknown, existing in our bones,
We hold our own like anchors that secures our anguish,
A steady shapeshift, a race of impatience till we make bliss,
When we aspire to greatness, it's daunting, in awe of our own ‘faulting’,
I’m haunted by flowers that never blossom…
That’s why I take precautions, I never fold like fitted sheets, really, are you kidding me, The bidding is never done by the enemy, energy hung on the awning, like it’s laundry, no one cares, they sit watching, of course it’s tongue in cheek,
vulnerability lies in the critique, in every note and every beat, its bittersweet
Streak of genius, heavy fingers in the receipts,
Stroke of the pen, between peace and deceit.
A deep grief, amidst the release…where I find the missing peace
Whispers of serenity never cease, feeling incomplete
It was something holding me down.
I didn't see anything,there was nothing around.
Seemed like a lifetime without any sound.
It's the first time I was ever bound…
A dance with shadows, boldness paralyzed among the echoes in the atmos,
I dare to rise, I transform to a sandstorm and cause friction.
Blaze the competition…they stop look and listen to my brand of nonfiction,
Dance with pomp and circumstance, it’s getting old, traditions, behold the glow and listen…if the sum of the whole’s a mission, why did the credits roll division, It was hectic, When I spent a year wasting disinfectants, to make the genes regressive, Who comes clean and numbs the scene, then interjects a message,
A drifter with a question, but wouldn’t it be neat if the TV screened us lessons,
We’d need a week, it seems greek just being mentioned,
Facts straight we break in news debates and shape dimension,
Not one to mess with, just ledges, is you jumping or you stressing?
Ain’t no in between we’re edges at a breaking point,
They taking coins from the less then they threaten, joining with the rest,
The chess is pawns, I’m gone in seconds, all along it’s beckoned.
A quest in seventh heaven, falling through the abyss of emptiness,
Life’s mistress, drinking from nature’s tempting breast. Maybe it’s pointless…
Travels unravel, poison in the garden of noises,
Cricket chirps and voices, disguised but poignant choices,
We pick the fruit…lick the seeds,
Weak knees, grief trees, ‘been dones’, have nots, half-rot,
Corpus to the perimeter, padlocks.
Maybe it’s more than just glass thoughts, Baneful florist's craft clock,
Revolution’s been sought.
Life and death, right and wrong, knight of breath, to press on,
Compress songs, to captivate the collage of brittle branches,
The poison cultivates a mirage of my pencil dancing…
