Panic Attack

Finger Eleven

Thought I could fake this thing alright

Thought it could somehow get me by

Watching the doctors as they slide

Needles into my eye



Thought I could finally get around

Laughable symptoms keep me down

Faces I see all keep me blind

And now they're redemption's mine



Now that I can't exchange actions for words

Now that I found these inside fears the worst

now that I know there's no place left to hide

can I become all I thought I might



as the leaders who follow the path of whoever was standing round them

call to say what I'm missing and into a detail they always go

don't believe them but offer condolences under the circumstances

all too often I'm missing the spirit to fit in so call me out



thought I could soundly sleep tonight

positive clear and breathing right

panic attacks, panic attacks me now

seems like a fair redemption