White walls filtering the Sun
The bitter aftertaste of an artificial sweet
Blood flows, but the world has spun to a halt
In this cold-light aquarium, nothing is left
Just me and the weight of waiting
Time is a knot I can't untie

The waiting, the waiting is killing me

The clock hand doesn't move, the shadow drags along
Anxiety is an echo, a never-ending song
Between the fear of the number and the thirst to leave
I'm stuck in the frame, with no way to retrieve
Not knowing
Not knowing where to go

Phone in my hand, the screen glows in vain
Processing the void, searching through the rain
Seventy-seven percent of a life on standby
While the lab's silence refuses to die
The result is a secret hidden in the vein
A red line setting fire to my brain
The anxiety, the anxiety is killing me

The clock hand doesn't move, the shadow drags along
Anxiety is an echo, a never-ending song
Between the fear of the number and the thirst to leave
I'm stuck in the frame, with no way to retrieve

Tuesday is light-years away from here
What does the body hide? What isn't clear?
If the sugar rises, the mind will fall
Time is a weight, a crushing wall
My God, am I losing my mind?

The clock hand doesn't move, the shadow drags along
Anxiety is an echo, a never-ending song
Between the fear of the number and the thirst to leave
I'm stuck in the frame, with no way to retrieve

Not knowing
Not knowing where to go

Not knowing