Why do you constantly grip me at the throat?
Always fuckin’ up my good-vibes mode.
You clutch my airway so tight, I’m at your will.
Does watching me squirm give you a thrill?
My heart beats so fast, almost outta my chest.
I struggle to maintain the last bit of air I have left.
You bring me to my knees, I’m begging you to spare me.
And just when I think you will, you squeeze more life outta me.
I inhale what air I can when you begin to tire out,
I don’t know how many more rounds are left in this bout.
I feel my limbs begin to go numb and become useless,
For some reason your brute strength makes me envious.
The pain in my chest becomes like a well-lit fire,
In the terms of fucking panic you are the finest supplier.
With each attempt to regain my control, you strike.
I’m gonna need a doctor to assist me in this goddamn fight.
I manage to choke down the pill, an assist, my salvation.
But every attack counts as a win for you, another annihilation.