Intrusive

I'm sorry that I'm stuttering, I just thought of my own death

(Just thought of my own death, just thought of my own death)

There's a party in my head and I'm not invited

I love it when they mosh and I can't even hear my own breath

(Even hear my own breath, even my own breath)

It makes my heart go through my chest

I could write a book about my intrusive thoughts, they come and go

Quite a lot they scare me but I could never really know

If they'd all leave, would I be alone

It's quite a lot to take, I know