My hands are icy and my stomach speaks
So do my thumbs, all they can do is scream
The stress seeps from a chaotic brain
The rage pours from realms of the insane
This is where I feel my lowest
Upon pointless pursuits
My shoulder turns to ice and vision becomes redder
The boundaries I once kept meet the shredder
Swallowed sandpaper sends scars throughout
Blindly fighting against illusions of doubt
This is where I feel my lowest
Shooting shots at the dark
All I can hear is the *click click click* and tones
Radio-wave mayhem from phone to phone
These are the times that mold and shape
They’re moments that matter, where friendships are made
This is where I rise from my lowest
The path before me returns into view
