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Intro (whispery / close mic) Cold hands, warm phone Can’t leave it alone Heart on high alert Like it’s doing overtime work Verse 1 I wake up and my brain’s already late Like I missed some meeting with my fate Jaw clenched so hard it’s a quiet scream I’m tired but I can’t dream I’m smiling like a screenshot, frozen bright But I’m spiraling just outta sight Every sound’s too sharp, every light too loud I’m drowning in a crowded crowd And I swear I’m not trying to be dramatic It just hits and my body goes automatic Breath gets small, thoughts get mean Like a movie stuck on the worst damn scene Pre-Chorus 1 (build) If you could hear my head It’s a stadium of dread I’m counting every heartbeat Like it’s proof I’m not safe Chorus (BIG, sticky) I got panic in my pocket Buzzing like a phone call, I can’t lock it I’m okay—no, I’m not, I’m shaking World is tipping and my lungs are breaking If you see me go quiet, that’s the storm If you hear me say “I’m fine,” that’s the form ’Cause I got panic in my pocket And it don’t let go Post-Chorus (earworm tag / clip-friendly) It don’t let go—no It don’t let go—oh Hands to my chest like: “please slow down” But it don’t let go Verse 2 (more intense, faster delivery) Caffeine tastes like consequences, bitter and fake I’m negotiating with a new mistake Checking my pulse like it owes me rent Reading faces for what they meant I over-apologize, I over-explain Then I replay it frame by frame Did I talk too much? Did I talk too loud? Did I look too weird in that little crowd? And my stomach’s doing backflips in the dark Like a warning siren in a parking lot I can’t tell what’s danger, what’s just old fear But my body doesn’t care, it’s here It’s the kind of anxious that won’t sit still Like electricity under my skin for real Like I’m bracing for a crash that never comes But the brakes are gone and I’m still numb Pre-Chorus 2 (higher, more desperate) If you could touch my pulse You’d feel the lightning bolts I’m trying to breathe it out But it’s breathing me now Chorus (repeat, add ad-libs) I got panic in my pocket Buzzing like a phone call, I can’t lock it I’m okay—no, I’m not, I’m shaking World is tipping and my lungs are breaking If you see me go quiet, that’s the storm If you hear me say “I’m fine,” that’s the form ’Cause I got panic in my pocket And it don’t let go (Yeah it don’t let go) Verse 3 (the “true anxiety” verse: physical + mental) Sometimes it’s nothing, sometimes it’s everything Like my own front door feels like a heavyweight ring I stand there with my keys and I can’t move my feet Like the air got thick and my thoughts got teeth Chest tight, throat tight, vision like a tunnel I’m begging my brain not to hit that button Hands numb, face hot, ears start ringing Like my body thinks the world is ending And I know all the tips, I know all the lines “Name five things,” “you’re safe,” “you’ll be fine” But anxiety’s a liar with a megaphone And it sounds like me when I’m alone So I scroll for a minute, then I scroll for an hour Trying to outrun a feeling with a glowing tower I’m not weak, I’m not crazy, I’m not broken in two I’m just carrying a storm like some people do Pre-Chorus 3 (drop to near-silence, then lift) Say it’s a wave Not a grave Say it will pass Even if it stays Chorus (bigger + more intense) I got panic in my pocket Buzzing like a phone call, I can’t lock it I’m okay—no, I’m not, I’m shaking World is tipping and my lungs are breaking If you see me go quiet, that’s the storm If you hear me say “I’m fine,” that’s the form ’Cause I got panic in my pocket And it don’t let go Bridge (cathartic, mantra / call-and-response) One breath in—hold One breath out—slow Feet on the floor I am not my fear Name the room Name the year This is my body Trying to protect me But it got the wrong story And it’s telling it loudly So I’ll ride the wave Let it roar, let it fade I’m not disappearing I’m staying Breakdown / Drop (spoken or half-sung) Look at me— I’m still here. Even like this. Even shaking. Final Chorus (anthem mode, harmonies, extra hook) I got panic in my pocket Buzzing like a phone call, yeah it’s nonstop, yeah I’m okay—no, I’m not, but I’m learning Through the fire, I’m returning If you see me go quiet, that’s the storm If you hear me say “I’m fine,” that’s the form ’Cause I got panic in my pocket But I’m still holding on (Still holding on) Outro (soft, resolved) It don’t let go… But I don’t let go.