A Total Separation Of Self

I don't even know who I am anymore,
Or how to stay calm through the storm
Is it raining harder than before?
There's a sickness up there somewhere,
I can feel it seeping through the fucking floors,
Rotting me slowly to my core

Sometimes the earth takes control
It holds you tight, never letting go
But you're not choking, until
The air you breathe becomes so sweet
That you'd do anything for a taste of a little more

The panic grows. This cycle flows
It's growing loud, and I'm further from home
Am I getting used to this drone?
Enthroned in grey,
This feels like being buried in stone

I fall for the same shit every day, but it never gets old
Sometimes the earth takes control
It holds you tight, never letting go
But you're not choking, until the air
You breathe becomes so sweet
That you'd do anything for a taste of a little more