It is running out

I think i’m drowning
i wanna break this spell
that you’ve created

you’re something evil
a contradiction
i wanna finish the game
and kill the friction

But you will be the death of me
you are just the death of me

bury it
i wanna bury it
i wanna smother it
i wanna murder it

I hope it is running out
and I hope the time is running out

But I can’t push it underground
I can’t stop it screaming out

I wanted freedom
but I’m restricted
I tried to give it up
but I’m addicted

Maybe you know i’m trapped
sense of elation
I know you’ll never dream of
breaking this fixation

you will squeeze the life out of me
til it run out.